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The Return
by Jane E Pearce
Father, I must return,
to the place of my birth,
where sands make waves
in the wind, reshaping
the earth- please once more
- they weep for us now,
in travails of unknown tomorrows
that furrow the brow.
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They are sinking in the quicksand
of evil affairs- can't You hear it
in all of their prayers?
Let Me descend again-
the people need You and Me,
to put the Temple right,
along the Gallilee- oh Father,
give me leave, to again enter
Your world's air, and make
the people realize
that We still care.
01/21/2006 Posted on 01/21/2006
Copyright © 2026 Jane E Pearce
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by JD Clay on 01/23/06 at 08:54 PM You earnest plea is one of great desire and much needed the world around. Shout it from the rooftops, Jane, I'm right beside you.
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