Standing naked at the altar
Only wearing the shawl of dream
Bewitched by the scene
He calls out for the almighty
And asks for God's divine clothing.
He says, Lord, I have been naked from within
Just wearing a tattered spirit and empty dreams
He says, Lord; dress me with your elegance and
Sew my dream with brilliant ray of light. Lord!
He says, don my spirit with the tread of beauty and
Lord; weave my nature forever with love.
First Published 1999 @Poetry.com
© 2009 Emu Getachew
Emu Getachew
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