For nougth but day, the light doth shine;
Stars move in easy pace, to spaces bound;
Look not toward heaven, with sad divine;
Within the mind, there dwells, honed report;
Thy heart, cherubic as the light doth shine;
In this, the transience of mortal blight
Why searcheth far away, to places not of thine;
Here now he dwells , while amongst as afar;
A wasteful effort, an insult, the searching
tine;
The wild daisy thrives in heat and wind,
Generous charity, for the light doth shine.
Munificence: a Fold © gillena cox 2015
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How lovely Gillena!
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I really like your poem, Gillena. It has a theological quality to it. Life is to be lived not longed for! Well done.
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AMAZING, Gillena! Now I get to read a fold that you wrote yourself!
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beautiful prose, Gillena
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I love this part of the day!
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Lovely!
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This is lovely, Gillena! ❤️
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