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And as a personal offering, here is a poem of mine that can be read as a prayer or as a thought (depending on the shades of your stance on such matters!). I wrote it when my 15-year-old daughter was in serious danger of death from a ruptured appendix. She recovered completely and is now a happy and healthy 30-year-old. Sent with love and hope.
praise
for a morning
not yet frayed
for every mourning
night endured
that wakes to ease
in the breathing chest
warmth of joints
taste of rest
that wakes
to the sky
blue silk
of day
for a morning
not yet frayed
for every mourning
night endured
that wakes to ease
in the breathing chest
warmth of joints
taste of rest
that wakes
to the sky
blue silk
of day
Susan McMaster
3 comments:
love and hope, that says it all...
thank you, Susan
& all poets here...
Very dear poem, Susan.
Am at very long last discovering a number of things on the infinite internet. Thanks for posting this, Janet, and for your comments Franci and Ursula.
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