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Thursday, April 1st 2004, by Marissa A Spencer
The Signs
In the beginning
When all was darkness
Sacred ones sought the golden orb
Searching the heavens
They gathered the signs
And found the heaven’s fires
Now the seas boiled
The clouds arose
And the order of life was made
The greens were born
The blues reflected
And sweetness filled the air
The all-sacred breath
The give and take
Bound all life together
In humanity’s note book
Man and woman pair
A journey set in time and space
Now all colors abound
Spirit is manifest
The mountains rise to meet God
And man climbs the mountain.
© August 30, 2003 Marissa A Spencer
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Category: Poetry
2 comments
1 Apr 2004 @ 12:26 by shawa : :-)
I really like your poetry.
11:11 is a key for spiritual transformation (see the hour?), nice, huh?
1 Apr 2004 @ 12:28 by skookum : thank you so much shawa
hmm... I don't always see what I am writing.
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