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Friday, December 5, 2014

Violet Horizon

Only at that lonely meeting place,
Of stars and fields and fog.
I will see you there my Maker,
Divine Creator, the one called God.

There the harsh notes of reality
Of life's disappointments, anguished dismay;
Will give way to serene acceptance,
On the cool dewy grass when we lay.

Hot tears shed in petty lifetimes
May it wash our troubles away.
So we may emerge victorious,
Strong and steady ends the day.

Sickness of mind and body
Wringing of clenched hands and tangled hair.
Bury those roots of evil, gnarled and muddy;
Bid adieu to resentful jealousy in its dark lair.

At last when the gentle flap of angel wings;
Comes into our blackened hearts and sings,
Misty violet horizons will melt away and clear,
To burst forth the sun, forgiving and fair.

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