Gifts Poem by DM W

Gifts



These hymns of gladness,
Counteract the world's madness.
These sweet Christ-like wounds
Illuminate innocent
Suffering. These words
Of Truth expose corruption.
This art of loving
Gives birth to a thousand dreams.
These snowflakes of grace,
These enchanted alphabets,
All dance before me,
And flow, like rivers of sound.

Thursday, August 26, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: birth,corruption,madness,wounds
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