2017 poems

Motions fly

Like an eagle

In the sky

It breath's air

Of heavenly light

It brings me to God

To these tears

Of fright

It was coming

Out of the blue

Just the other night

Get down in a

Heavenly prayer of light


Only the father

Can heal every living

Wound in my precious

And Godly life

©Cherisse Powers


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