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Faith Always Intervenes

Angst wraps me in a fabric of ashen twigs on this near treacherous waning eve as orchids lay beneath viscous rain , I feel distanced from the elements of earth while stars blink wearily my hands can no longer grasp: O forbearance come at once be the thread binding me until wind- brushed air cuddles my arms through pour of incandescent dew ; if only to taste that resurrected light yearning for my son's homecoming from a battlefield so grim when this unbearable pang gives way to a final sweep of one victorious return... Morning then, please, glimmer through me divine strength , a belief allowing intervention of ardent faith... this miracle I claim in trust, as my heart waits and waits-- until.

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Date: 9/26/2024 11:44:00 PM
Hello dearest sis and poet friend! Looking for a poem of yours I've missed and here's a gorgeous and touching one, a story poem testifying that faith always intervenes-a manifestation of Holy Spirit's miracle and great work. A precious gem this is. Your pen and talent excell and shine as always. Thanks for sharing. Hope you're well dear. Thanks for sharing. God bless you always and your writings. Hugs
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Date: 8/14/2024 8:20:00 PM
frightening state of mind for all the mothers. painful it is. inspirational write dear poet.
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Date: 8/14/2024 5:45:00 AM
Touching, heartfelt plea for a son's return from battle, whole and alive. How many over the centuries have prayed similarly? Too many to count. Awesome writing Nette
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Date: 8/13/2024 9:20:00 PM
Best wishes and prayers to your son. This poem was beautiful.
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