Andrew John Morra Poems

Snow drifts down,

beneath my feet.
...

No sight
Insomnia
I dream
I'm awake
...

It began with a seed,

very small,
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She struts her stuff,
night and day,
learning to,
tread with care.
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I sit on the hillside,
nothing to do,
just me and my thoughts,
watching the sky go blue.
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I look out the window,

and what do I see?
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I walk toward the park,

some time after dark.
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What does it mean to be lost, or afraid?

T'is my debt to God that I have paid.
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Run.
Let me tell you,
it has not,
been fun.
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(these are a series of 'quick' easy to remember prayers that i have created...they have a poetry format.)

Blessed be the Father,
who loves us all,
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