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Silente
by Maria Massarella
How light it feels
when the inner sun breaks through temporary clouds.
While sipping drops of morning sun
tiny allegre beings of angelic light parade their sparkling gaiety.
Pure their dance of light. Elated their song.
Hear it in the heart.
I Feel it flow through me. Touch its lightness in all my being
in my fingertips.
Meraviglioso the feel as inner lightflow merges with the outer
I know not where the you begins or the me ends.
When you awaken me I awaken to you and in splendour
your silentsong blankets my bed with divineness.
No words however beautiful the sound or the colour could
compare to the silent wordless prayer of listening.
How beautiful this path of light
where I am as my God intended ... no more no less.
love&light
m.angelina
05/14/2008 Posted on 05/14/2008
Copyright © 2026 Maria Massarella
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 05/18/08 at 01:41 AM Would that all days begin with such deliberation
A sense of the divine awakening all other senses
to exhileration! |
| Posted by Laurie Blum on 05/20/08 at 12:07 PM Ahhh as beautifully poetic as it's author (you know I am a big fan)Romantic and whimsical... I love the line " While sipping drops of morning sun" Love it! |
| Posted by JD Clay on 05/21/08 at 02:47 AM Have you any idea how difficult it is to comment on a poem who's title commandeers the tongue? Especially with a poem as delicate as the one breaking through the portal of your being. It took me the better part of six days. Shhhhhhhh! |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 05/22/08 at 12:53 PM You remind me, even in snippets, why Italian is the most beautiful of languages..I am speechless. Silent, you might say, in awe. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/26/08 at 06:24 PM This poem is full of spiritual light, like the spring sun shinng through an afternoon window. I especially like these lines: Meraviglioso the feel as inner lightflow merges with the outer
I know not where the you begins or the me ends.
Graze Maria. :o)
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| Posted by Glenn Currier on 06/11/08 at 01:06 AM Tender is the light born from an open heart and laid out gently for our eyes to feast and our ears to tingle. Beautiful. |
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