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.

Robbers

Through the lasers, shining bright

There it sits, lighting the night

The gem is on its way to be taken,

Hopefully with out it’s beauty shaken

They slip between the deadly lights,

Taking things without any rights

In their grasp it sparkles and glows,

How they got there nobody knows

Once again they slip through the beams of light,

Giving people a sense of fright

The morning papers are a sight,

Headlines read, “The gem was taken in the night.”

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