Category: selah poetry
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icarus

I plead that you heed to the warningof your father’s counsel though the sun is inviting, do not go near herwhere it is not safeyield to what is right,resist the whimsical soundof the waves calling come fly beside your old manthe creator of yourwings – still fragile, your feathersbecome vulnerableto…
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comet

a myriad of glittered dust glimmers across the Milky Way the sky beckons me in,I wave my hand here with methe fireflies hum and singwelcoming the presage of a dream come true so alluring and temptingthis cosmic beauty is,even soI wait awhileto behold the rare jewel from a million mile…
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what is to become

change is the death of familiarityto the immutable,the destruction of one’s sanctuaryan imperative march to the infinite unknown in such worriment we come to rest cowered at the sightof an avalanche of threatsfrom the foreboding distant reality but what on earthare we here forif we for ourselves allow the steadiness…
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farewell, my beloved

my little one,drained by her playfulnessrests silently in her bedbeguiled by the pleasuresof the worldnot thinkingof what may comepeaceful, she sleepsawaiting herunicorn dreams a new lullaby I singtonight,I hope she stillsleeps tight — my love,such good timeswe had,I weep for this parting,but a lot for us is waitingI say goodbyeto…
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the wailing

out from the duskhave we forgeda thirsty floodwas it ignoranceor apathythat led usto this havoc? oh, what foolishness is this:we knew we needed savingbut with our bare handsdid we shut the doorof Noah’s ark drunken with merrimentfor the days pastour soulsnow disquieted by theraging watersfeel nothingbut remorse we waitand waitand…
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adieu, maîtres

I salutethe long-perfected faithof such heartswho have seen all; those eyeswho look stillthroughthe windowwaitingfor thedebutof a young myrtle the courtesyto carry the shadowof yesteryearsand bearthe burdenof thegrey-haired wise betrothed to thisunceasing evolutionof timemany have gotten tired; hope is at its deathbed yet here comesthose who wereonce already lost,with quaint loquacitythey…
