GRACE

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by Kipsang Kerich

I've seen sun-filled days,
and walked sandy bays-
Lit by golden rays.

And Nights of tears
tormented by fears
have capped the years.

A twist of fate,
and a moment of GRACE
has been the race.

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Odysseous Sense

 
words beckon to me, nay-demand my attention
they purl in paroxysm begging interview
is it not true that we are a river destined to run an immutable course?
what then is the purpose of purpose?
an inclination to be apart from that which moulds us
I search the heavens from my star apart
and I am lost in the desert sands

my arrival to wisdom was opportune
for it began with ardor
but it lies in squalor, untended and incomplete
I hear the name in the echo of hollows
a haunting whisper in the forlorn wind
a wish from a world without, where like-tributaries splice

subjugated in a metropol yonder
silence holds my woe, perched on an eminence of privation
my chains atug-wishing to board a barge
to transverse this atlantean expanse
the destination an abode long wished for
whereupon dwells my odyssey's fair accolade


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Adiemus - Hymn and Elegia

Stirring images full of simple joy and what I found to be an untenable sorrow forced upon souls much too young to bear such heavy burdens.