Clandestine Spirit, there is a fold
In the universe for you.
Obscurity hidden, your disguise,
A soul unmanifested,
Cloistered layers of debris of
Expectation and self-deprecation,
Your sparkle diminished into secrets,
Fear of scintillating into recognition.
Your flame, unsanctioned,
Unholy fire of dead stars.
What is your jewel to guard,
Is this place your urn
Or your womb?
Fear is the breath of sin;
Forgiveness, the gold of God.
Copyright © 2017/10/22 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com
Image: original art “Clandestine Spirit” © Martha Harris