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About This Poem
Shema
The milky morning’s Saturn haze
Haloed the sun’s neonate phase
Seize the warmth, Hail to The Light!
No waspish thoughts to sting nor bite
this soft and cheerful face.
Shades to shadows stir and shift
saddened loss is set adrift
Kissed by the morn, cajoled, embraced
To block the sun is vacuumed waste
over sad umbrella-ed minds.
Must feel the breeze, cherish the day
Won’t do to crawl an endless maze
Confined or caged by bars of love
clips wings from angels and doves
Freed, they find their way back Home to God.
Make no routine of daily blight
Self inflicted sores or tearing bites
We must assist the ones who’ve gone
and love by prayer is never wrong
A sacred sharing with The Lord.
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