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| "Purple BeechTree" Marjorie Lipari©1990 |
A Prayer a Day
12/08/10
The wind is whipping cold
Pink roses flipping bold
Birds are tripping hallowed gleefully
And children zipping playground ecstasy
The sun is shinning bright today
I rested well last night...hay hay
And i was peaceful in my dreams
Far away on mystic streams
While spirits watched me sleeping soundly
Celestial soulful music found me
So far away was i from here
A story teller kissed my ear
Do you remember when
You were only 10
And holidays arrived
Your heart felt so alive
Your father trimmed the Christmas tree
Devotion to his trinity
Branches under gifts were laying
Silent Night you loved was playing
You miss your father’s gentle ways
And all he knew to do
When it’s your time your end of days
The ones you love shall guide you through
So fill your time to live with trust and holy celebrations
And be a light on your path in sacred meditations
Listening,
Rev. Mudra
Mystical Philosophy Rev. Marjorie Lipari©2010
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