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No pagan crown of fossil lairs
Of him I write no verse nor song
T’is not a soup to stir nor share
When lending strength, to something wrong.

Seconds cloned from darkest matter
Mutated minutes dredged by fear
Mind confusion as reason shatters
Innocents lanced by emotion's spears.

Flowers edge the steps and fences
Prayers are uttered near a shrine
Notes of love, as grief commences 
A vigil wrought by hearts sublime.

Picking up the scattered pieces
Light must shine to crack the dawn
Support can smooth the furrowed creases
Only hope can make their spirits strong.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Date: 11/22/2012 5:27:00 PM
MICHELLE, congratulation with your featured poem of the week. God Bless, you and your family during the holidays,, always~ PD
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Date: 11/21/2012 12:09:00 PM
Who is Dawson? Sounds like a politician. Deceased? Whatever. Your strong condemnation is done in fine style. Congrats on the selection. Love, daver
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Date: 9/9/2012 11:48:00 AM
I appreciate the power you attribute to Hope - hope translates into confidence, and we all know confidence in faith,in talent,in love is what elevates our ability - the third verse is sensational, and " innocents lanced by emotion's spears..." is real wise poetry - with respect - J.A.B. %
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