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 Midnight calm visiting
this morning, it's peaceful
isolation fusing among
the worshipping throng;
a song melding me
into my own light,
out of dark chambers
where cast iron confines
too often, flowing instead
a molten glow like gold
through my veins to praise
the moment breathing;
that by saying Alone together
we disperse the spell
that hell has over us,
that temptation to the knife
not known to Absolution;
but rather to the Blade
that slays away the dark days-
back to the midnight Calm
I feel this morning.
poem by Darrell Rohling
e-mail him at djrohling@aol.com
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