Gifts Poem by DM W

Gifts



These hymns of gladness,
Counteract the world's madness.
These sweet Christ-like wounds
Illuminate innocent
Suffering. These words
Of Truth expose corruption.
This art of loving
Gives birth to a thousand dreams.
These snowflakes of grace,
These enchanted alphabets,
All dance before me,
And flow, like rivers of sound.

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