grace mariner Poems

You worship weekly at my altar,
offering your tithes with shouts of glory and painfully silent adoration.
Where do you believe forgiveness dwells?
Is it an attribute, assigned to some and
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Who is this girl you speak so fondly of?
She seems known by all but me.
Time has erased her long before she recognized her own uniqueness.
Time alone can be an enemy but with help, its'power doubles!
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I dreamed of you last night.
Not a lovely dream, or a scary dream.
Just a dream.
We spoke as we rode to nowhere,
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Superstitions can be products of a diseased mind.
Efforts to control that which cannot be controlled.
They can be the excuses we use to justify our behaviors towards that which we fear the most.
Fear and ignorance, a most lethal brew creates,
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I sleep alone each night,
with the enemy at my side.
Raw emotion makes easy prey for this wicked thing that taunts me.
It lives within my ancient ear, whispering words of loss and despair.
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He silently pads, paws stealthily stepping.
A brown mouse hides behind a dandelion stalk
while a bee buzzes by.
His kingdom stretches, alive before him,
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As much as I wish it were true,
I cannot re-write the endings in my life.
What I express may be perceived differently by each eye.
Who can judge what the perception of the injured is?
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I see you peer over the frozen landscape.
You went dormant, like the Mother during
that frozen February.
Your mist and flow stifled, shape shifting
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Tonight we dance among the scattered leaves.
Their colorful cloaks enchant the eye, the richness
of their crackle and crunch delights the ear.
Harvests end has arrived!
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You knew where I was then, where I am still.
I cannot know the tale for it was not mine to hear.
And so, I wait...and wonder.
The phantom stalking me at my vulnerable hour.
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