Not much to say

His steps tell of mysteries not yet told.
He walks in a way that makes the earth sway.
His legs hold the ground like pillars of gold.
When he moves, the angels start in joyful play.

He speaks of everyday mundane things,
yet my heart moves to the sound of his voice like mesmerised dancers to melodic beats.

His eyes reflect heaven's own lustrious glory,
and when he looks at me the clouds seem to give way to the break of early day.

With his arms around me,
the earth may fall apart and heaven may throw down each and every star.
And still my world would stand as firm as before,
as long as I have his arms around me.

And even if every worldly wonder should fade and every heavenly grace should cease,
His praises will remain through eternity for all to see.

By Melissa aka Honeybe