*
Come, child,
Be not so sad.
Morning heals the night
And ghosts melt
Into angels
With the waking day.
Life dances
To a sacred rhythm
And eternity laughs
At men
And time.
*
*
Come, child,
Be not so sad.
Morning heals the night
And ghosts melt
Into angels
With the waking day.
Life dances
To a sacred rhythm
And eternity laughs
At men
And time.
*
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Thanks for sharing 🙂
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My pleasure.
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🙂
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Beautiful.
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Thanks, Steve x
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Nicely done, Sue.
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Thank you, Ken.
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Words to make you think, Sue.
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Thanks, Robbie.
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Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
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Thanks for sharing, Michael 🙂
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Love this, Sue!
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Thanks, Eliza.
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Sue, were the refrigerator magnet words just a way of displaying the poem after the fact? Or were they part of a limited pool from which you could draw from in writing the poem?
In any case, it’s brilliant and only enhanced the more by the picture.
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Thanks, Erik. The fridge-magnet words are a limited choice from magneticpoetry.com… I find it a pleasant exercise to play over there 🙂
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I loved this poignant poem, Sue… and so did Anita!
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Thank you both 🙂 x
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So that’s where ghosts go. 🙂
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Perhaps 😉
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