Category: Poetry
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A Glimpse of Faith
She peeks out of the windowHoping to seeThe lights of Heaven,Or across the sea,Or maybe a starA beacon to beTo show the path And guide from afarWith the eye of faithShe peers through the gloomGlimpsing God’s handiworkFrom her little roomTill the storm is pastAnd the night still lastsShe waits to…
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The Cimarron River
As the sun Gently warms This old barren Texas plain I point my Faint ambitions Toward the east One more mile Doesn’t matter It all looks the same Could’ve warned me Wouldn’t have mattered In the least Like I’m looking at the Cimarron River Scenes of what I could’ve been…