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Post by AquarianM on Nov 28, 2018 2:19:11 GMT -6
Sartia's Halo Polish...
Even halos get dulled, Centuries of flights in all weather, Missions of mercy and constant scenes of agony, The acid in an angel's tears pits even the best materials, And the corrosion of the soul facing death, Time after time after time, Followed by the healing expansion of spirit, The one you get in the joy of a miracle delivered, The flowery scent of tears of joy, When a mother sees her child cry away near death, Surviving with no longer fevered little curls, Still damp with the sweat of fate, Sartia's hands have always been brave, As she scrubs the crags of woe from their halos, As each touch brings a flash of the visions, The sight of what the Heavenly host have borne, As Sartia rinses them with martyrs' blood, And tears of requited love, Under God's golden moonlight, In her little garden world of pale roses, Her blue eyes are ancient, And her soft face is ever young, As the shaken hug her in mutual comfort, Their halos returned after each brief respite, Their crushing weight for a time lifted, She cries but softly in her state of gentle grace.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford (C) 12/18/2001
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Post by lostineternity99 on Nov 28, 2018 5:50:12 GMT -6
This is by far the most serious Santa poem I have read, Dan; it is eternally compassionate and truly memorable. My favorite part: "Her blue eyes are ancient,
And her soft face is ever young,
As the shaken hug her in mutual comfort,"
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Post by AquarianM on Nov 28, 2018 15:17:31 GMT -6
This is by far the most serious Santa poem I have read, Dan; it is eternally compassionate and truly memorable. My favorite part: "Her blue eyes are ancient,
And her soft face is ever young,
As the shaken hug her in mutual comfort,"
Thank you, Rick, but Sartia isn't Santa. Lol Dan
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Post by lostineternity99 on Nov 28, 2018 17:37:02 GMT -6
Aha ... it is the season for my eyes to read incorrectly
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Post by simpledip on Nov 28, 2018 20:09:43 GMT -6
And the corrosion of the soul facing death, Time after time after time, Followed by the healing expansion of spirit
Did the beginning
take place in the womb?
may be the beginning was
in death before the womb?
there must have been life
before death.
"followed by the healing expansion of spirit."
Layer upon layer.
~ Dip bows deeply to Dan.
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Post by AquarianM on Nov 28, 2018 23:58:38 GMT -6
Thank you, Dip. Anything is possible, especially in poetry.
Dan
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Post by goldenmyst on Nov 29, 2018 20:36:07 GMT -6
Packed with mythical storytelling at its finest. And this Sartia, sounds like an angel of mercy and kindness. If felt her spirit through your magnificent words.
John
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Post by AquarianM on Nov 30, 2018 2:13:19 GMT -6
Packed with mythical storytelling at its finest. And this Sartia, sounds like an angel of mercy and kindness. If felt her spirit through your magnificent words. Johin Thank you, John. This is one of my really old ones. I have a series of poetic characters I'm pulling together for a story. Dan
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2018 3:55:31 GMT -6
Looking forward to the story then too! Masterpiece here my friend! I do not recall ever reading this before through all the years I have been reading your work. Never posted it before or is it my horrible memory? Love this!
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Post by AquarianM on Dec 1, 2018 10:05:50 GMT -6
Looking forward to the story then too! Masterpiece here my friend! I do not recall ever reading this before through all the years I have been reading your work. Never posted it before or is it my horrible memory? Love this! Thank you, Mike. I had it posted at a couple of poetry boards on Yuku long ago. I think both boards are long gone. Dan
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