Mark Scrivener

Poetry Poems Original Verse

Monday, August 31, 2015



Light of the crescent
moon sinking down
seems like a chalice,
shimmering cup
open to harbour
life from the vastness.

All that receives
opens like flowers
open to light.

So in the stillness,
so in the silence,
may I be open,
open to Light,
Light of the Spirit.

Quickening Spirit,
Strengthening Spirit,
higher, true Self
shine in my soul,
stream into me.