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Feb 2012
On the wings of a dream
You floated
In the search for meaning
You remained devoted
While fulfilling your aim
You thought of me
I possessed the cross of faith
And now have a star and a rosary
A presence sight unseen
You are my friend’s mother
But you reached out to me
And touched me as no other
From Ishmael and Isaac
And a belief in Allah
You brought me to Abraham
And braided God’s Aria
The message to each of us
Of which we alone shall hear
Where once was confusion
I sense clarity is near
I pray for you now
As I did in the past
Your gifts I will always cherish
And will keep until the last
A Muslim woman whom I've never met went to Jerusleum and brought back a rosary and a star of David for me. If only there were more like her... she was the mother of a friend....
Mark Lecuona
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