Friday The 13th
such is the holy
hour
music so sacred
gushes on the windows
and the doors
they are all open
throughout the day
and till tonight
to welcome the moon and
the stars
sleep so well
as i think of you
the greatness of God
his Magnificence
the black blanket of the
night
shall comfort you
it will be warm
it will be so lovely
all your fears gone
in the darkest hour
our hidden eyes can still
see so well
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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