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REALITY AND REVERIE
REALITY AND REVERIE
My childhood home recurs to my fond mind.
In it l see the start of my delight.
I see the parents who showed me the charm
which our world contains and yields to man.
In it l lived the kindness of the two
who gave me toys at Christmas early dawn
and said that Santa Claus brought them to us
as he loved us so much like their deep love.
I live those moments that can lift me up
to see the Lord with Adam and his Eve
when He brought them to Eden, world of love
and filled them with the joy that pleased their hearts.
I sit with books in front to read for tests
but find myself daydreaming of my house,
of Eden and first parents with their joy
so far from books that wait for me to touch.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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My childhood home recurs to my fond mind.
In it l see the start of my delight.
I see the parents who showed me the charm
which our world contains and yields to man.
In it l lived the kindness of the two
who gave me toys at Christmas early dawn
and said that Santa Claus brought them to us
as he loved us so much like their deep love.
I live those moments that can lift me up
to see the Lord with Adam and his Eve
when He brought them to Eden, world of love
and filled them with the joy that pleased their hearts.
I sit with books in front to read for tests
but find myself daydreaming of my house,
of Eden and first parents with their joy
so far from books that wait for me to touch.
BY JOSEPH ZENIEH
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