Ceremony
Dear mask of alabaster,
Is writ a song, disaster?
I walk about the place,
Where I face,
Whatever happens after;
Arrive, my compass guide,
As a star to Northern sky:
Be sunrise, or twilight,
Let God's palm,
Keep calming mine;
Grave, enshroud me,
Rock of earth,
Should I carry,
No more worth –
Copyright © Honestly J.T. | Year Posted 2024
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