Barry Blander Poems
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The Last Mile
Here I sit, late at night, bones languish.
But I know somewhere, your voice melodiously peals, morning church bells
I wonder, will it ever end, this dolorous anguish
But I glance at your face in my heart, and know that therein your indomitable spirit dwells.
I long to be swept away in your riptides of desire
But am fearful to climb the next rung on the ladder
Afraid of falling when you could wing me ever so much higher
And on my cell window, rain beats steadily, pitter-patter.
How can I endure this smothering dark, this incessant pain?
You are nearer to me ...
Flight Of Doves
Our souls purchased
At a price
Man cannot fathom
Delivered are we
Paid blood ransom..
On wings of a dove
Up to Christ
Forever to be
In the door
Of His divine Love
His unutterable beauty
Eternally to see.