New World Vision Poem by james watkin
New World Vision
Young one, where lamb's, hare's softness
To be stroked part comes near.
Child-like souls, angel-caressed
By all, tame-made, close pressed.
View, unto this world's vision
Broadened out to. When fear, With this, its curse of evil
Sky's other noxious ill
Has been, by breaths divine, blown.
Wiped. Forgettably clear.
Which black mist, too, hearts over
Love's own sun did smother.
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