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By thought and pain mind and heart and wrought;
From sin refrain, for life’s so sweet unfraught.
By thought and pain mind and heart and wrought;
From sin refrain, for life’s so sweet unfraught.
AN ODE TO GOD In the end of days when the angels call And Eternal Justice, ‘lumined in grace And mercy, roars to reproach wickedness, I pray he disregards my countless falls And recalls my unrequited righteousness. As we pursue the winds of wisdom, we, Juvenile in form and thought, often falter Derailed by a…
The plaintive melody of silence in the night in a softly lit meadow with white moonlight, is where my mind seeks to find peace, of everlasting kind. When calm, heavenly purity surrounds, the crisp rustle of daffodils all around, a gentle fragrance in the air and little angels everywhere! Among the little angels there, I…