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Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Dec 3, 2008 1:58:02 GMT -5
PINK, PEDESTAL, PEACE
Your soul in this whirlwind Sometimes reels with emotion The upheavals of the world All around you, near and far... Have somehow imprinted upon your countenance Then suddenly the King Offers refuge and lifts you Onto this polished throne Of finest pink granite... Where your soul, spirit, body Embrace the peace and the pleasure Of the true world you inhabit No, not this pilgrim's passage But the heaven of heavens Where bright faced flowers surround And eagerly share their pure fragrance And dance to your delight Shining, blazing, rosy sunshine Never more dark of night.... Warm the chair that I sit on And permeate me with light... Eternal comforting power Reaching down from this height...
Pink, Pedestal, Peace...
© IRIS WOYTOWICH
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