I read – and weep
.....My bruised heart
Filled not with guilt – but pain
.....That in the turmoil
Of unaccepted life
.....My hurt o’er whelmed by
Beauty un-expected
Yet do I truly weep
.....When out of the child of pain
Was born compassion
.....And heart of love
Freely given to embrace
......World of comfort,
World of grace.
Stiff-necked in the pride
.....Of denial – justified
Do I hear a cry
.....“See me, mother, this is I”
Gently lurks in corners dry
.....Crying, “Look! See me!”
Look – see thee!
From Can Can Days by GeoE
November 2001
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GeoE needs to publish a poetry book! A 90 something poet laureate? Yes, that would be an inspiration. I love this poetry. It is nice to see where you came from, Mo.
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