Jean Manning Poems

With wonder I stare in the dawn of day,
At the phantom posing in the narrow doorway,
Below Kate from a faraway land,
A secret utopia on golden sand
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Suddenly He appeared, a glorious sight,
Guest Divine in reverent light,
His head bowed humbly at my altar of prayer,
It graciously welcomed visit rare.
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What matters if in the golden years,
You reminisce with laughter and tears.
For bravely you traveled the winding road,
And now you pause to rest your load.
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