Pete Rivera Poems

Satan, hear my cry
Now, before I die
I call and I call
I watch you as you fall
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I am lost for words
When I see your face
Yet you seem to make
So many mistakes
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Graceful patterns of blue
Among the nighttime sky
Watching the petals
Float silently away
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The souls taken here
Because Hell they will fear
And cleansing must be known
So that He may condone
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When you walk away
Or decide to stay
You take my breath
Away...you do
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Crescent moon now
Lies in silent wait
For the sun to go down
In summer, too late
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God is beyond
All that is to reach
What is to learn?
What is to teach?
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There are days
When you can see
That many people aren't
Who they seem to be
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Hear! The saintly bells ring
Again and again the choirs sing
Lost for words, they are of course
For beauty like this can be no remorse
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Looking out the window
And counting every raindrop
That falls to the green grass
And saying every raindrop
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