Monday WRites 18

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You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites ( musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea ).
Welcome to Monday WRites #18, my poem today is a FOLD read more about this form here ; whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites




CLOSING IN
the walls are closing in, closing in, closing in
if love is a given, an age old given, then why, oh why
this noise increasing, to a din, a din, a din
i fear; with a holy fear, a holy fear, holy fear
while the walls, keep closing in, closing in, closing in
wisdom threads on quiet wearied feet, beautiful feet,
and i know, yes i know, only truth in this war will win,
a battle waged, eons, eons ago; the prize - of souls
for this be comforted, he died, for redeeming of sin
so i wait in faith, for that grace, to completely unfold
yet, still, the walls are closing in, closing in, closing in
© gillena cox 2015





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Monday WRites 17

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You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites ( musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea ).
Welcome to Monday WRites #17, my poem today is a FOLD read more about this form here ; whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites




IMAGINATION
A glass of water to quench the thirsty soul,
Withered to reasoning, where questions
First aroused, the searching depths so bold;
Bounteous and feathered, those fancies fly;
Outstretched minds to quench the thirsty soul;
Regard similarities, between leaf and frond,
Recurring to measure, wearied schisms of old;
Less they wander, too far, too wide, too distant;
Out-of-reach, hides securely in a pot of gold
Where imaginings soar in readiness thrust
That glass of water, to quench the thirsty soul
© gillena cox





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