Emmanuel George Cefai Poems

I realized
The pay of heavens was not
In our currencies.
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I saw
I saw the heavens open

I saw
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The birds stood still.
Statue-like they looked
At me.
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The fields have worked and now
Await the rain.

The dusk has come and gone and
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How through the glass ceiling so
Thick and damp the waters
Pass?
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The nearby fount is
Quiet though
It still be dusk
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Slow
Slow the waters glide
Slow
The snows the peaks
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Ears
Ears
Floating in a river Styx
Here on earth
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Wind through the wreath
Before you throw it.

The wind neighs through it.
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Throw the eye
When it came.

‘Whence it came? '
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