Maurice Harris Poems

Why would God take someone with so much life left to live! ?
For what, pray tell, might He no longer allow her to give
All that she has-and still could! ? Only He knows, we will never.
Yet, the life she did live, gifted us memories time may not sever,
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The solitary lily, who refuses the valley where enamored;
The heart, once alive with same, now stammered
By a mind that imagines another's worst-
Becomes a flower in its own desert, forever cursed.
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I am the very air that you respire;
The form your visions take, whence you aspire
To heights more lofty than you hitherto thought;
I am the vulnerability that you long-fought-
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I had oft-pondered upon the deeper meaning of my travails,
Hoping all the while that what He has Divined, prevails.
It has been said: 'God only tests those He loves the most',
Facetiously, I avow He most really love me then-not to boast!
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Thou shalt ne'er have cause for doubt, toward mine ardor;
Mine sentiment toward thine beautificence is not one with which I may barter:
Naught that thou shalt ever demonstrate
Shall have cause for my doubt, nor for me to hesitate
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'Good morning young lady, I know you do not remember me-
But, I was there the very day that you were born;
I know that we do not share the same memories,
Yet, I think fondly of such-and those I lack, I mourn!
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Somedays you will know me-some you won't;
Some days you seem 'yourself', some you don't;
Be not afeared though Mother, I know who you are:
No matter of time or space, no matter how much or how far,
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To quote the man himself, upon his retirement:
'When I walked off the field, I knew it was over, and I never looked back.'
It was surely his body, it was not that his desire went!
'God said: 'Gale, it is time to do something else' '-only He could sack
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'Dear Lord, though my Mommy does not speak of such,
The man who lives with me is not my Daddy;
He has been with me for about three years, I know this much.
But, I deserve to know my Father-and this is not caddy!
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Lilies of the Valley dance amongst the Sunflowers,
Each ever-blossomed by beauteous, bountiful showers.
Intermittent, zephyrous wind meanders through each-
Bringing their magnificence within their very reach.
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