Melding. - Poem by Colleen Wright
It matters not what wealth, culture, colour, or creed,
only to give fairly to one another, the love we need.
As reaching hands touch, and does awaken each heart
to find love that dwells within, and know never to part.
I tell you now, it is most refreshing and leaves high hope
that all is possible and that when love is found, we cope.
Since forever waiting and hoping, with anxiety and strain,
a beautiful combination of the world's people we will gain.
God will give his blessings, and smiles as two people unite.
May they always love, as precious as is now, be in his sight.
Let this, newly created, bright, love show now what I write,
and display to all, that all is well, and that His way is right.
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