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The Poetry Of...
Hal Lorin.........................................................................
Refuge
Come to me now at Puuhonua
Come from your village and the sea
I will guard you with lava walls
My green turtles will turn away your enemy
The bones of my dead will forgive you.
It will not be as it was in Rome or
As in Jerusalem and Ho-Ho-Kum
Where the gods had kept no promise.
Come to me. There is hope here
You can hold the rain.
Sulks
That sigh in the wind
Is the end of summer.
The trees feel it in their branches
They have failed again
To tempt the birds to stay.
Now a long sleep must come
With death a reasonable outcome.
The wind feels cold to them
As it feels cold to me.
Easter Again
The Lord is Risen Truly Risen
Trumpets and Lilies and Crocus Proclaim
Our Lord is among us again.
This time may we be merciful
Love and forgive forever for all
Give what is ours to the Prophets?
Or is there always only the Cross?
How many times must we die?
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