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I know not of such greatness
Of writing like others praised
Or those known great speakers
So many of the learned bestow
I’m of but meek talent and heart
Oft conveying my mission work
Relating what I do comprehend
From an observing kind of mind
Of keen eyes for subject matter
Even if it matters not to others
I toil in multi-states of existence
The way a painter does a canvas
Striving for unattainable perfect
By an imperfect subject… accepted
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Where flight became stalled
Because fear stood its ground
There- is where I- was reborn
Where I relearned my reality
As broken fragments of a self
Where I’ve seen the unveilings
Of time, truth, and Holy love
Where angels cried and wept
For my salvation and healing
And I- wept along with them
Where fire seared my mission
Forged into my soul as passion
A combatant for the wounded
Of humanities silenced…truths
Poet of the Light © 2023
I write meaningful (to me) poetry from my heart and share it here. I tend to approach everyone as a friend until they demonstrate something different. I enjoy having creative exchanges with others, like-minded artists, or writers.
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Whispers of a poet's heart 
oh yes…..
💖”I toil in multi-states of existence
The way a painter does a canvas
Striving for unattainable perfect
By an imperfect subject… accepted”
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Thank you. I’m happy to see it appreciated.
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You’re so welcome!!! 💕
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