Richard S. Wells

Eight Ways Of The Saints

Now gentle Love you guide us in your reign
which rules a night whose stars at last align
and tiers of passion mirror from it's pane

Parched, featureless lone landscape of the plain
when winds of oaths, rapt thunder, light entwine,
now gentle, Love you guide us in your rain

A past too often wasted, spent in vain

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