Clarity in Muddied Waters

A Messianic Journey Through Pen and Peace. Writing from the Stillness Within.

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She was a phantom of delight When first she gleam’d upon my sight; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment’s ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; Like twilight’s, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From Maytime and the cheerful dawn; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.

The Fairy Tree Poem

In a tree, not far from me, lives many tiny pixies.

They are small, and no where near the height of a bathroom stall.

In their tree they whisper and chatter, but none of them bothering to tell me the matter.

If only I knew, what they did and what they do, I would be able to gladly tell you.

I wish I could see, what they do in their tree, but I do not, so for my writing, I shall stop.

For no one has any business sticking their nose, into places they do not know, like the tree near me, with many tiny pixies.

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