"We are more alike, my friends, than we are unalike." ~Maya Angelou

Friday, December 2, 2016

Poem: The Sacred Surrounds



Hum me a winter's lullaby,
glorious slice of silver moon,
beckon the mists and bid them fly,
summon a breeze to carry the tune.
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Weave in the colors of the year,
purple and pink and green and gold,
yellow for laughter, blue for tears,
all of the wonders our hearts can hold.

Spangle the night with a haze of stars,
sweeping my doubts and fears away,
wrap me warm in your Holy arms,
hold me safe 'till the break of day.

Hum me a winter's lullaby,
rhythm and cadence as sacred art,
all I ask, as the night slips by,
is a melody timed to my mother's heart.

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