The wisdom of God fills my dark ears
how can I keep in his immaculate waters
the hot jewels press to my cheeks like tears
it floods the plaques of persistent ignorance.
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I have wasted years chasing phantom daughters,
pressed tough in Sun spite mania and indifference.
My forehead rests before the invisible altar...listen o my soul....... coming back to God and it is so pleasant and peaceful.. thank you dear poet.. tony
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I have wasted years chasing phantom daughters, pressed tough in Sun spite mania and indifference. My forehead rests before the invisible altar...listen o my soul....... coming back to God and it is so pleasant and peaceful.. thank you dear poet.. tony