Saiom Shriver Poems

'No room at the Inn'
they said when His cockroaches
were born.
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Oh Clara T
... a mind of perfect clarity..
heartfont of pouring charity..
.. as in the woods of Cherokee
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Like falling rain over lilyleaf tripped
Like pure moon into bright cloud slipped
Like setting sun into calm sea dipped
did Jesus' soul come to Mary.
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God needs no
chain or buckle
to link
the roots
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October leaves fall
Onto pine needle clusters
Soon only evergreens
Will keep their luster
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As the day by
stars was nighted
so too the round table
was evening-knighted
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Through fields and
Forests he trod
Leaving on deep
Layers of moss
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Winter tree shorn
of baby acorns
but one spring morn
she's with
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Beneath the
stars of the
southern cross
cows and sheep
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