Since the election
Beloved
I've been deplorably depressed
my heart has lept into
a starless river of tears
and is swept away
I've seen you passing through my
dreams, Swami
a shadow robed in raven black
Dearest Lord
Your Name is still alive on
my lips
although I clutch a rosary
of onyx pearls
And Pray..... Thy Will Be Done
When will Your bride
adorned in summer jasmine
blush the golden pink cattleya orchid
hues of dawn
And dance with You, oblivious
across Heaven's sapphire
august dome
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well said
Never Stop Writing!
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Yours is stated with grace and style and hope.
I can't get past the ugliness.
Ron