Voices of Angels..
Are meant to sing...
When hearing their melody..
Heavenly sounds ring...
Church bell in
The steeple high
Beauty in the tones
Swaying from the sky
Music that’s heard
With the heart
These glorious tunes
God did impart
Like my mom ..
Guitar in hand..
The picture before me..
An angel band..
Patty Ann
11-2-09
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Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
Moonvine
There’s a mystery behind
This unusual flower
That comes forth
During the moonlight hour
Blooming to the lesser light
This beautiful white blossom
That came to me at night
The voice of my Beloved knocks
A sweet smelling scent from Thee
Saying, open my love
Come sup with Me
Then by the break of dawn
He closes the Door
The beauty is gone
2008 Patricia A Moore
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
This unusual flower
That comes forth
During the moonlight hour
Blooming to the lesser light
This beautiful white blossom
That came to me at night
The voice of my Beloved knocks
A sweet smelling scent from Thee
Saying, open my love
Come sup with Me
Then by the break of dawn
He closes the Door
The beauty is gone
2008 Patricia A Moore
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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