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Home ' I Know'
I reach for the sapphire Heavens
...Filling my hands with the Firmaments Prayer
....On into the Ebon' of Noir'
...Where Broken Hearts, cry in despair
I must call upon My Maker.....
....Through My Ethereal Circumstance
...Floating, i, upon a Silken veil
...Of Salvations Divine Ambience
A Light and Warmth, it fills me
....It has raised me above the Sod
.....Floating e'er upwards in shimmering Ecstacy
...To, at last, Touch The Hand of God.
poem
by
Theodora Onken
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