Michael J ORourke2 Poems

You are my Dad... speaking to me
...vibrant truths of love...an unuttered rhapsody
Like the unscythed fields of grain
You wait for God's 'harvest Train'.
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I have middle-age secrets to tell my son
While running in China with my meetings done
I wish I could read him my poetry tonight
With the unclouded moon casting her autumn light
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Stretching toward the morning sun
I hear your little cry
The maple boughs move with the summer breeze
While angels parade on high
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The beauty of a child asleep
The precious token of a heart to keep
The silence that mystifies the night
The prayers that keep the grotto bright
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The last night at Lourdes
Too spiritual for words
Eternal Hope Our Lady brings
Giving us all roots and wings
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The soul reaches out to touch today
My angelic new-found friend
Hearts full of hope-aching to pray
An illness-Mary will end
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When you and I turn old and gray
With silver memories neatly tucked away
We'll smile at Mary's role that night
Hands clasping hands- with a touch just right
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After the 'stations' we strolled the paths
Across from the grotto's healing baths
We later went to the 'observatory tower'
To take in views and rest for an hour
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You with the star on your nose
Playing with Sydney and Devon, I suppose!
What charms God gave you when you were born
Flashing that smile in the cold every morn'
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Letting my eyes descend from the cloudy day
With the wispy wind wiping tears away
Your candle-a glowstick with luminous light
Your smile-like an angel to calm the night
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