September 2010 Poems
9/1/10
This is my temple,
this is my ship
built in mind to take in the storms,
withstand the rains,
handle the waves that rage,
as all the while my hands fills with praise.
Glory to the creator, for what He made.
Zoraida Clemente-Spahi
92/2010
Calling the Waters
I give you this vessel, this ship,
docked in the sand awaiting at the beach
feeling the call of the sea
awaiting for the waves
that will push this ship away
to its call of the waters.
calling the High Tides,
rush deep into the beach,
to reach this ship,
to meet the accompany of the sea,
This vessel awaits the voyage to the horizon,
As a bride meets her groom.
Zoraida Clemente-Spahi
This is my temple,
this is my ship
built in mind to take in the storms,
withstand the rains,
handle the waves that rage,
as all the while my hands fills with praise.
Glory to the creator, for what He made.
Zoraida Clemente-Spahi
92/2010
Calling the Waters
I give you this vessel, this ship,
docked in the sand awaiting at the beach
feeling the call of the sea
awaiting for the waves
that will push this ship away
to its call of the waters.
calling the High Tides,
rush deep into the beach,
to reach this ship,
to meet the accompany of the sea,
This vessel awaits the voyage to the horizon,
As a bride meets her groom.
Zoraida Clemente-Spahi