Barry Blander Poems

Spirit of most Holy God
Descend upon me
Touch my heart with
The torch of
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Who molds the clay for my unseeing eyes?
The ineffable, seen, now I'm shriven.
The world pontificates; all its' truths lies,
To walls of sand the gullible driven.
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Moonlight glows from eyes of emerald green
And bathes me in layers of mystery
Surely the Nine have touched you, Art to teem;
Venus draws you, deepens your history
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If love dreamt, enraptured only with Time
And perfect hands would surface from the sea
From conch held by their fingers I'd sip wine
And care not whether I be or not be
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Heaven sinned against, mans' soul with dark stain
Now cursed for eating the fruit forbidden
An outcast for Adam, God would ordain
With crushing burden his spirit ridden;
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Our wistful dreams dissolve into morning dew
All I ever searched and longed for was You
And while the gentle day slept serene
The absolved stars high above wept
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Jesus walked, came to the Mount of Olives
Sat in the Temple; taught the multitudes,
Searching for the Lord and the grace He gives
Offering up the choicest of their fruits.
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So wearied, Jesus sat by Jacob's Well.
Parched, a Samaritan woman with jug
Approached to draw water; as in a spell
Toward this poor Man she felt her heart tug
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Long sweeping rains
And fleeting figures
Crossing bold streets
Of tinsel glamour
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There you sit
Erect - your head
Slightly bowed
Long, flaxen hair
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