I Am the Soul of God's Own Joy

I am the soul of gods own joy:
He clothed me tenderly, in flesh;
Gave the island satellite as home
Where sense and impression mesh.
From the life of my days he is weaving
Indestructible record of mind
The coin of the realm is eternal:
No fragment of me left behind.

Ben Gieske
Stunning. As if you are within a cocoon and will emerge any second, your beauty almost too brilliant to behold.

Fay Slimm
Inspired by this one Pattie - - it rings with a sense of the eternal.

sarwar chowdhury
beautiful composition!

wojja fink
what a brilliant last line....joyful indeed!