Little Hope

 
The universes spin
I rotate inside
and my pneuma with me
I hear her voice
vibrating with the Father
 
Beautiful little initiate of faith
revolving around His desire
with a need for grown companions  
 
Sharing in the divine
ripe off the vine
growing in knowledge
a point of perspective
to gain access to the hidden kingdom
 
Prepared before time began
a metaphor of hope
a soul to wander no more
 
Redeemer of beauty
planter of honesties
my soul His to keep