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Saturday 27 April 2013

12. To A Saint


12.
To A Saint

You have seen finer winters
though none have been as fine
as this the way pastel
skies frame bold blue trees
at dawn monotone serene

life must be like that for you now
what can surprise you
the “age of destruction” begins
but around You
bright laughter like singing

your days are like a magic show
you pull doves
from our dark small places
and before our eyes
free our hardbound chains and locks
we feel the miracle in our hearts
that you are complete

every sunset is the same
what always was remains
you leave us and we hear
the tolling of solemn bells
birth baptism death
the night images remind us
of who we are without love



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