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I PRAY FOR THIS WOMAN
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I pray for this woman that her beauty may return to You, a drop of clean rain water falling into a clear pool; a fragrant rose falling unto the fragrant earth. May she think of You as lover thinks always of lover and whisper, "My Beloved," in the garden of her heart which is Yours: and You her sunshine; You her rain and wind. So shall the sun turn twofold and green and arise in her overflowing eyes. So shall the white moon shine serenely in her slow and sensitive smile. |
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Image: © Blake Steele 2010
Poem © Blake Steele 1996 |
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