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Appeasement
What shall I say to you in sultry silence
Where love drips like stalagmite water
From the morning leaf of your defiance,
I've never seen words coralled a daughter
Then how shall deception coral a father?
Perhaps you will come again, on your own
To find some late sap in the garden of laughter
When the dew is dry from you hollow zone
And perhaps in the silence of an open leaf
You will formulate your penance its grief
But I bejeweled with blooms like stars to woo the night
I hope for you a better transition to delight
O but it is the splendor that trust alone can build
Upon the power of the surrendered will
The rod is power, but grace keeps the throne
In our Judean creed of love and example
And I, father, must be an eternal sample
For ever the dove returns when first its flown.
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L'Nass Shango
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