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.

Memories

Faded thoughts washed with newness

Engraved in ink alone it stands

Stumbling I reach to stop the falling of years

The questions unanswered that burn deeper than any brand

I try to help the moment stay longer, I beg it not to leave me alone

Alone and vulnerable to the pains of things etched into stone

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