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| "Purity, Spirit Visions" ©Mary Montague Sikes |
Purity
A rush of love, a flood of humor,
The hillside trembles beneath the touch
Of a forbidden journey.
The pure are not lost here.
A flower grows, a tree dies.
We look into the sky and see a star.
A rose is born, the clouds are green.
The pure are not lost here.
An elephant trunk sweeps through the air.
Snowflakes flutter and fly.
A little boy cries out.
The pure are not lost here.
A shining light beams from afar.
Blurred lines glide over straight.
In the white, words cry out.
The pure are not lost here.
Mary Montague Sikes
