‘This Sunday,
Part One;
With my hands I hold my mystic moon
as I follow the shadows into the abyss.
With A slow drift to my unfamiliar part
I sought for the unknown truth.
To behold or not to behold
the entire truth in me.
Frightened and lost
I sought for the child in me.
To the sky I prayed,
on my knees I begged,
therefore, with my closed hands I believed.
Fear not this night, moon,
as my hands are cold.
With the light in you
I shall inhale your darkness soon.
Part Two; Rendition
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2 responses to “‘Homily,”
Thanks for sharing this poem Anita
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And thank you for reading my work, anita❤️😊
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