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The Answer Was There
The Answer Was There
It's clearly winter, time that we splinter, solely be discontent,
in droves, we amass, divides lads and lass, beg peers disorient,
Lurch therefrom harshly, cannot dredge clearly, fastened in misery,
pulls ironed anvil, likes worthless cavil, reason meets mystery,
Season of goodwill, nay I, faced the chill, shut doors as none will chance,
a bed waits for dawn, as tears will begone, adds to my song and dance,
Reach I from that cold, still share from my fold, I yield to its power,
chased in a corner, choked with dog's collar, unnerved till I cower,
Saunters aimlessly, swinging shamelessly, wondering mind wanders,
aching for answers, that plagues like cancers, a gem to swine squanders.
A beauty wrought face, remembers a place, the last bastion of hope,
small inkling survives, at some point arrives, she reels on a tightrope,
Still fraught by trouble, her world near rubble, rear pews emits solace,
a church she had found, few people around, unseen she prays for grace,
She fumbles for words, that splits into thirds, a crooked picture viewed,
eyes now tightly shut, she figures what's-what, her faith swiftly renewed,
Verse fell from above, her heart filled with love, her fallacy had gone,
her life be resolved, wrongdoing absolved, wayward past be withdrawn,
The first day reborn, no longer she'll mourn, ere her eyes opened wide,
His Father be praised, Son Jesus hath raised, Holy Ghost now her guide.
2021 March 22
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