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MALACHI'S WORDS
by Paul Curtis I sat by her bedside As she lay motionless Cruelly aware of her incarceration Trapped inside a broken body Unable to move Unable to speak A mere shadow of what once was And in my black despair I prayed for her And I heard Malachi's words So I prayed for her release So she would awake with the Lord And burst forth from her stall Like a young calf in springtime I am a fifty something family man with a passion for writing and I draw inspiration from those around me. paul.curtis1956 @ btinternet.com http://www.dreamagic.com/poetry/poetry.html http://www.peculiar-poetry.com/ Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |