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Epiphany


08.10.13 Posted in today's words by

Christopher Roe’s most recent poem to appear here was Last poem of the year (July 2013).

Epiphany
By Christopher Roe

Beneath the weight of sadness bent
the silver coins of treason spent
I heard a bird sing in a tree
and whales were singing far at sea
and crickets they were singing too
as morning caused the dove to coo
outside my window in the park
I heard a small dog sharply bark
bells sang to faithful on their knees
a child’s laugh danced on the breeze
and I was overcome with awe
as deaf I heard and blind I saw
that to these songs the answers came
and like moths to candle flame
each was drawn to find its mate
and tempt the very fires of fate
I felt as one with Nature’s choice
and heard a far-off distant voice
and from my heart the sadness fled
as life’s sweet music filled my head
I ran to see the morning sun
to sing my songs to everyone
as dark clouds parted high above
I sang again the song of love.



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