“My life laid before me… my treasons my troth
Wrapped with transcendence in fine sacred cloth
My breath must surrender to cold mortal brew
As wildflowers bend neath pure morning dew.
And then there were angels
Filling the sky
Lifting me upward…
And then I could fly.“
These are the words of a fellow blogger and poet.
Words that affect me more than one can know.
So I would like to use this post to thank him today
for being a glimmer in the night…and an inspirer of hope.
Because in our own way, we are all physicians.
He is Steven Michael Sanders,
I am asking you to visit him,
because his poetry will enliven you,
and his story will inspire you.
♣ The Vision of Poets – His poetry blog ♣
♣ Vision of Hope 33 – A blog of his journey ♣
fragrant as ointment
I run to you.
“Draw me, we will run after thee.”
-Song of Songs 1:4