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The inner beauty of man is far superior to that of the outer,
we only need look deep enough within us to see it's greater.
It is basically through ignorance most haven't seen this fact,
but to actually witness this truth requires extraordinary tact.
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From "The Quatrains" - ongoing writings since the early '90's.
The ocean is so very deep that it must have a lot to hide
which has been sunk into its depths along with the tide.
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From "Simple Observations" - ongoing writings since the early '90's.
We are easily broken creatures,
Like glass hearts that shatter.
Victims of the ones we love,
Slaves to affection.
Hearts beat as one,
Intertwined like grapevines.
Oh how I love Thy holy Word,
Thy gracious covenant, O Lord!
It guides me in the peaceful way;
I think upon it all the day.

What are the mines of shining wealth,
The strength of youth, the bloom of health!
What are all joys compared with those
Thine everlasting Word bestows!

Long unafflicted, undismay'd,
In pleasure's path secure I stray'd;
Thou mad'st me feel thy chast'ning rod,
And straight I turned unto my God.

What though it pierced my fainting heart,
I bless'd Thine hand that caused the smart:
It taught my tears awhile to flow,
But saved me from eternal woe.

Oh! hadst Thou left me unchastised,
Thy precepts I had still despised;
And still the snare in secret laid
Had my unwary feet betray'd.

I love Thee, therefore, O my God,
And breathe towards Thy dear abode;
Where, in Thy presence fully blest,
Thy chosen saints for ever rest.
The words on my lips are too sweet to reveal
So I beg for your pardon as my poem is concealed
The rhyme and the prose, I'm too scared to say
So it fails to see the light of day
The words they lust but will reach you not
But they will live on. They'll live on in my thought.
There are words that I want you to know
And I'm sorry, I'm sorry
But I can't let them show.

*Forgive me
The Truth and Nothing But The Truth
But the whole truth?
 Apr 2013 Heather Mirassou
Jerry
It's time, to say goodbye,
It's time to prepare my will.
It's time to buy my plot.
It's time to move on.
Nothing here will care or will notice.
I quietly leave, with no regret.
Mother, Father, lover

where did I go wrong?

I’ve been wandering for such a long time

between state lines and my time walking alone

I’m not sure where I’m going, but I know it won’t be home.
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