He Comes To Me
He comes to me
in many tongues,
but I only speak one language
and I write the same.
Yet there’s a presence
in His absence,
as if He belongs –
I cannot forget.
How often
we set our cup
to collect Blessings
from his ever-flowing stream?
Always
His Guidance
is like a beaming torch
in our life path.
OK Leonard, I liked your poem, I really did. “HE” can be: God or your lover, your guide??? OK, leave that mystery – it works. Well done.