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a fallen star
a mother weeps—
her son is dead!
the chief resigns.
down in the riverbed,
sad water seeps
like tears instead,
and crudely undermines
her will to forge ahead.
out in the cold,
a fallen star;
a city raged.
the Eyes of God look down
upon His world,
His own memoir
a Cross for sin assuaged,
no different from her own.
the pain of Love
bears not its own
ignominy.
Grace to the world of men
comes from above,
that may be shown
sin’s evil tenancy
shall never rise again.
© Copyright 2021 April 13
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
her son is dead!
the chief resigns.
down in the riverbed,
sad water seeps
like tears instead,
and crudely undermines
her will to forge ahead.
out in the cold,
a fallen star;
a city raged.
the Eyes of God look down
upon His world,
His own memoir
a Cross for sin assuaged,
no different from her own.
the pain of Love
bears not its own
ignominy.
Grace to the world of men
comes from above,
that may be shown
sin’s evil tenancy
shall never rise again.
© Copyright 2021 April 13
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
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