Liilia Talts Morrison Poems

I landed on the plains of truth
it could have been in May
I don't remember much of it
since I had lost my way
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Night now falls
the hour is late
time has come
it will not wait
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When I'm too frail to travel
and yearnings of my youth
to search in far off islands
for hidden tropic truths
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All pretty maids and flowers fade
and treasure chests will rust
abundant pantries soon turn bare
and love may end as lust
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Oh stranger do not fear the road
there is a path, a way
a sure direction to the Lord
most any time of day
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Someone from far off regions
wrote me a note of balm
describing me a lady
who dwells among the palms
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There are so many languages
and many countries too
with dialects and alphabets
some old and some brand new
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The wayside farms and homesteads
existed way before
the rumble of the bombing
was heard as ne'er before
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Where breathes the soul so jaded, cold
who cannot feel a thrill
when first submerging in a world
so deep so dark so still
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Show me how to live, oh Lord
guide what I must do
to be useful and to serve
those I meet and You
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