The Powers of the depths
in a gasp of pain
rise to the realm of Intensity.
The songs of the soul,
then
meet the dance of the body.
The heart meets the sky
and when the horizons widen,
love spends itself in
fire
into a burning blessing.
Love is its own reward.
Aim at the stars
and not at mountain peaks.
Life is a celebration
when you aim high.
Dr. Antony Theodore
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/burning-blessing/
