Succored Poems - Poems about Succored

...God of Abrahan, Isaac, and Jacob, God of the White Man and Indian, You are the God of the *****, who created all people of one blood. You are not divided; you are One God. The ***** was made i......

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...What is life but a passing glimpse into mortality, Succored and soothed by some mysterious Deity. We live, we love, we die, Some of us struggle, others thrive. Each person’s journey beautifully......

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...To see, or not to see, that, too, is the question: Whether ’tis happier to hail heartless happenstance With resigned reality, or designed denial, Twice succored by seductive self-hypnosis—ay, ther......

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...Love of Life As a child, I braved such illness of hurt and strife Sequestered in pain with no where to go I longed for that God would look upon me And dreamt I would finally be free To walk up......

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...As the spirit of Lazarus, I animate. Reanimate, from a bizarre slumber to a palpitate night air. Gulf winds intrusively herding heavy clouds like spirit cattle, bearing arcane riders of esoteric thre......

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...The August Sage recounts, For the 17 past lives I have been a Scholar Official, I was neither imperious nor inhumane. I saved the distressed, aided the desperate, succored the orphaned and borne ......

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...An angel Her angelic aura came as a prize affectionate heart kindled my soul succored a subtle mind mellow wise; She would often set a noble goal for us to consummate and truly ris......

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...In his youth, he was as Loyola, a soldier, then he was converted and became a priest. He succored and strengthen the Catholic prisoners, uplifting their faint bodies with a new spirit of fa......

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...Before the comets fall Our GOD created all Dawned a world raw Earth made strong Birth of Man's first home Eve's plot, wrong Kicked from gardens gate Succored fate Snake slithers into our ......

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...Sweet were the days though too few in number When dread was lain over all tomorrows By those whom upon the Rod of Asclepius swore Sending him to seek solace And pass by unseen By the Final Fire ......

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...THE PLIGHT I never cease to ponder at the turmoil in my life Though I feel my soul is peaceful it is manifest in strife While the strife is all internal 'neath a self content facade Turmoil rises......

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...Soaring into the shelter of loving arms Swinging from hilt of protective gendarme Swooning in the clutches of ingratiaging charm Succored by incubating touches so warm Shielded by your barelled c......

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