Prayer
on the run of the spare –
in the space of one day.
It would help if God cared…
Over my barren nest
ghosts have gathered to fly.
And my life is now blest
just with black crows cry.
Plans to join new skies
to redress all past wrongs
to rewrite fateful lines
and to heal burning wounds.
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In your poems the reader discovers great spiritual beauty. They are pure and mystical and wonderful...
With much love,
Jena
Jena Woodhouse 30.06.2005 03:50 Заявить о нарушении
Thank you for your kind words. It is so nice to hear from you. Do you plan to be in Sydney sometime?
Cheers
Lena
А Н Е Л 05.07.2005 10:53 Заявить о нарушении