Poetry

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Love speaks truth into the darkest heart
Where ministering angels stir the soul’s delight,
Interred till now beneath a bitter night,
Released this day from bleak resentment’s art.

Love, reach deep even though we are apart
Dismantle lies and give me sacred sight;
Illuminate those wounds born of spite.
Forgiveness sighs, then wakes with a start.

The strand which connects all fathers led me to one
Whose poems sing praise to God’s own truth revealed
Through the Holy Spirit, Mary, and the Son.
A father’s heart, so tender, is concealed
Until that inner angel’s work is done
And a daughter’s vision through heavenly grace is healed.

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