(1.7) Blessed Be Poem by Karl Stuart Kline

Peggy was my Aphrodite
And she was there, waiting for me.

She took my head in her lap
And she caressed my brow,
I felt as if I was becoming
One with a cloud...

Gently sinking into
That wonderful soft cloud,
Enveloped by warmth and Love,
Blessed and Caressed, allowed

To Rest,
Merging with a Love that’s greater than me

Is it the River Lethe
Whose waters of forgetfulness
Are closing over me?

A return to Innocence,
I don’t even question why
I should so blessed be...