DONALD SCHUSTER Poems

She digs into the soft earth
With hands guided
by faith
That all things deserve
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High on a hill it was said this tree
guards a little boy who went to heaven too early,
a future that did not happen.
I will never know if he was big or small, talkative or quiet, handsome or brave,
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Let us turn from the shade that has begun to engulf us
Sending our promise of freedom and compassion
Into the corners of stubborn Intolerance.
The promise of freedom is our dearest friend
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There are times when I
Feel the hand of death
Holding my hand
a grim story - yes.
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