“Oh, what a joy it is! One feet of my Master On my chest, Other feet resting, On my head. Oh, Pure Bliss!” HeartSpiritualityGraceMindfulnessSurrenderBlissGuruBeauty Of LifeMasterWhat A Wonderful World Book:On My Way To Infinity: A Seeker's Poetic Pilgrimage Source: On My Way To Infinity: A Seeker's Poetic Pilgrimage
“The Christmas Child by Stewart Stafford O this world’s resplendent beauty, Halting breath of sheer mortal me, Words in my throat pause freely, My eyes overflow involuntarily. Salted joy’s bittersweet reign. Sculptors can your looks ne’er feign, The greatest reward gifted to me, Wrenched away in coldest larceny. Death shall hold no fear, I say, With your sweet face to light my way, At precipice edge, a smitten retinue, My beloved, restored, so we continue. © 2024, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.” HopeMortalityHope And DespairGrief And HopeBeauty Of NatureOdeChristmas PoemLove And Loss PoemsWhat A Wonderful WorldEternal Hope Author:Stewart Stafford