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Bring forth a light in the midst of utter darkness,
A singing fountain in a rinsing sky when desert tears are dry
Take the soil that binds the spirit which would be free
Use my dirt to plant a tree to bloom eternally,
When I forget to pray remind me how the slothful never sow
That deathless seeds are grown in Heaven where
One Hope shall shine like all Beauty resides there
Are dreams asleep only awake to something deep as known
Love I've seen you walking fair and you were wearing a crown
All around you the weary children had been freed, I was shown
An angel rode upon a horse of light
Hand holding a sword bright blinding clear,
Infinite Dawn broke to wash away Night
You singing of Life yes I could hear,
The old world was gone a backward broken path
At last I had found you and learned how to laugh...
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2013-04-07 at 00:30
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A Gift, (Of Laughter)
Teach me to laugh at my own absurd seriousnessBring forth a light in the midst of utter darkness,
A singing fountain in a rinsing sky when desert tears are dry
Take the soil that binds the spirit which would be free
Use my dirt to plant a tree to bloom eternally,
When I forget to pray remind me how the slothful never sow
That deathless seeds are grown in Heaven where
One Hope shall shine like all Beauty resides there
Are dreams asleep only awake to something deep as known
Love I've seen you walking fair and you were wearing a crown
All around you the weary children had been freed, I was shown
An angel rode upon a horse of light
Hand holding a sword bright blinding clear,
Infinite Dawn broke to wash away Night
You singing of Life yes I could hear,
The old world was gone a backward broken path
At last I had found you and learned how to laugh...
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 546 times
Written on 2013-04-07 at 00:30
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