Willem VanVoorthuysen Poems

O green and sunny blessed isle,
caressed by balmy monsoon breezes,
how do I yearn for thee, dear land,
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Sharp fragments of hot steel,
embedded in scorched earth, along
with half-burnt baby shoes...
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Mary Magdalene, on that first Easter morning
you could still see Him, hear Him, but alas,
were not allowed to touch Him any more...
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Lord, be with all those women
who, in Your name, freely chose
their noble lives of daily sacrifice,
dispensing, in the name of Christ,
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The way we speak in daily life
bears very little resemblance,
if any at all, to speeches by
our Presidents, Chief Justices,
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Beloved,
you are still so much here,
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Lord Jesus, teach me to turn
contempt into concern,
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While Momma squirrels scratched for food
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Dear God, please may her soul
touch mine again in a dream tonight
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For years, I lived a lonely life,
chasing the shadows, and
lingering echoes of a past
I thought was fading away,
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