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An exercise in rhyme with faith blended, I hope to the right proportions.

Submitted: July 01, 2016

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Submitted: July 01, 2016



We are ripples

On never ending lakes

Like a crystal

Too finely made that breaks.

We are mortal

And bound to make mistakes,

So some do pray,

“May God forgive us all?”


We are the Yen

That is blended with the Yang.

We are those songs

That the fallen angles sang.

We are the angles

That sometimes writes the songs

About the judges

That seldom rights the wrongs.


 Yes, we are the footprints

Still seen in the sand,

 A timely tale

Of God, life, and man;

A vision given

To the testaments of hope

And bound in those gospels

That helps the faithful cope.


D. Thurmond / JEF

1998, 2016

© Copyright 2018 D. Thurmond, aka, JEF. All rights reserved.

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