The Blessed Sphere

Ferry me to the seas, 
where a ceaseless tranquility sways,
To the tunes of the crashing waves,

Or carry me to the mountains,
where the pristine flakes of snow,
lifts us from the worldly lows,

Or else if you may, take me to the skies,
where the stars dance in a soulful rendezvous,
and by their light, our souls are hallowed,

That blessed sphere, my beloved,
where everything becomes nothing,
yet everything becomes whole,
is where we began,
and it is there that we must return.........

~S.S~

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