The greatest gift

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Brother Sun and Sister Moon

Shine on the people of this world.

Let them recall the smells of spring

On cold and drear November days.

And let them hear the baby’s cry,

That all the hounds of hell defy,

And give them all the boons of love –

For love is really all we are –

The tiny gestures – the glance, the word –

That will in memory reoccur.

And deep amidst the fears of night

Bring a holy glimmer of delight.
 

 

◄ Sad-eyed lady

THE ÊZIDI GENOCIDE 2014 Mount Sinjar Iraq ►

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Stu Buck

Mon 18th Mar 2019 16:57

rather beautiful john. i agree with jason, its like a prayer to everything all at once.

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Frances Macaulay Forde

Mon 18th Mar 2019 04:40

Yes, up to your usual standard John.
I am still enjoying your e-book, 'Waste of Time'. Especially, 'The Photograph' (naturally), 'Words that I forget', 'Frank' (my dad was a Pathfinder/Master Bomber)... and so many more wonderful, intimate poems.
Jason, Dorothy, MC - I certainly recommend his chapbook, available here: https://www.amazon.com/waste-time-Poems-2010-2015-ebook/dp/B075CW7VNR/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=John+e+Marks+Waste+of+Time&qid=1552883946&s=gateway&sr=8-1
The only reason I didn't buy his very reasonable hold-in-my-hands chapbook, is because my shelves are groaning and I'm busy giving away many of my treasures...
UPDATE: I now have the second e-book "Shadows and Dust".

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M.C. Newberry

Sun 17th Mar 2019 22:16

This is a fine example of what poetry is about...leaving the reader feeling better for having read it.

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Sun 17th Mar 2019 20:17

John
This is beautiful - i agree with Jason - almost liike a prayer or even a blessing.
I really love it

Dorothy

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Jason Bayliss

Sun 17th Mar 2019 19:55

Spellbinding, beautiful poem John. Brilliant, almost prayer like.

J.

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