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.

𝐼𝒻 𝒾𝓉 π“Œπ‘’π“‡π‘’ π“Œπ“‡π’Ύπ“‰π“‰π‘’π“ƒ 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 π“ˆπ“‰π’Άπ“‡π“ˆβ€¦

If it were written in the stars then it must not have been legible,

For what we have is far from the destiny we sought,

Or perhaps velvet twinkles blurred the letters,

So that the script was transformed.

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