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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Friday, May 13, 2011

The Saints

We are from water and to water we return
True believers baptized in the muddy surge
The water gives, the water takes, our children learn

We build our homes, we catch our food, respect we earn
The waters come, our land, our lives,our hopes submerge
We are from water and to water we return

Tears are cried, rain pours from skies, the waters churn
Both saint and sinner taken in unholy purge
The water gives, the water takes, our children learn

Displaced, divided, in our dreams of home we yearn
Diaspora upon us from this watery scourge
We are from water and to water we return

Persephone dragged back to Hell, another spurn
But as spring follows, just as surely we'll emerge
The water gives, the water takes, our children learn

Our eyes reflecting flames, we watch our water burn
God or man, upon our land the fates converge
We are from water and to water we return
The water gives, the water takes, our children learn.

Mirror, Mirror

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Mirror, mirror hanging on the wall
Help me to accept the girl I see
Black or white or tan, my skin must be
Protection from the evil words I hear.

Mirror, mirror I hold in my hand
Let me see the beauty that's inside
Guide me to embrace this body mine
And not believe in unreachable lies.

Mirror, mirror just behind my door
Is it a trick of light or trick of mind
That I can never see within myself
The grace I see in others all the time?

submitted for Thursday Think Tank, #48 Mirrors, at Poets United