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No Cross in Sight
by Jane E PearceSo clear up here,
like a glass lake
with perfect goldfish,
suspended in flight
from the fisherman's net,
eyes, wild and wise.
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Soft breezes of cellos,
and violins playing
Liebestraum. Absent,
the clutter, and piles
of unknowns that twisted
the days, and wrung them dry.
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The lost are recovered,
in their prime-arms outstretched,
to think is to do, to wish
is to have, and love
is the secret password
we used to deny.
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.So clear up here,
the purity of a Maker
hangs like gold tapestry
fringed with silver beads.
beautiful days without night,
a glorious place and no Cross in sight.
12/07/2004 Posted on 12/08/2004
Copyright © 2026 Jane E Pearce
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 12/12/04 at 02:58 AM Another good poem Jane. Thanks for posting it.
Lets all wait awhile before we visit that place
though...Charlie |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 12/18/04 at 03:43 PM Congratulations for poem of the day Jane...Charlie |
| Posted by JD Clay on 12/18/04 at 06:32 PM Your expression of the title in the last line is quite effective in stirring the spiritual juices, Jane. I especially like the way you capitalized the word cross, yet still leave the reader with an open-ended interpretation. Congratulations on becoming The Poet of The Day!
Pe4ce... |
| Posted by Nadia Gilbert Kent on 12/23/04 at 08:47 PM Smooth. |
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