On this sacred, blue November day
Somber, thin, high-clouds do lay
Heavy; on trees naked and gray.
Spirit? Bend me and I will pray:
Please God! Deliverance today!
For all who remain death’s prey,
The weak the wicked who will pay.
Sin’s permanent ink-stains stay,
Hard hearts can’t soften to obey,
Leading all who are lost astray,
Blind, deaf, soul’s night in the day…
There’s something sinister at play!
As those dying and lost only say,
To Jesus, to life a proud, Nay!
Sad, they the full cost must pay!
Lost. Infinite blue November day…
Father! It is for mercy that I pray
Melt all prideful blindness away!
As for me, also possible for they,
By Spirit’s grace be led to obey!
Hopeful truth, on blue November day
joyindestructible 
Very lyrical…I can feel it. š
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Thank you! I wasn’t sure…
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When I can feel poetry I know it’s good! š
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A good prayer Pam. Hope all is well?
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Thank you. I am well in this moment. My doc seems to have figured some things out so maybe, I’ll be even better! I read about plague in Africa and hope it is far from you. We always have a few cases in NM every year too but somehow, what’s happening in Africa sounds different.
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Very far from me sweets. Actually, Ghana is a very safe place with intelligent people. Even when there is an outbreak, they work so fast on it, it hardly causes much harm. Thanks for asking.
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My geography isn’t so great. Is it really just a problem of having the right medicine? I had the impression there was something different about the strain. Still I’m glad you are safe.
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Good to hear from you again…what a cry out to God in faith in this poem
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Thank you, Jim. God bless and keep you. Have a wonderful Thanksgiving.
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Likewise with you Pam!
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