an original poem by Helena NoelOut-bloomed the morning rose, And kiss that midst of Winter warmed Has hearts, in Summer, froze. This, 'cause light of lover's heart Is easy to behold When Nature sings out dirges of The truth of dark and cold. |
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Tuesday, August 18, 2015
Empty Cup
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
To Glimpse our King
an original poem by Helena Noel
Thy steadily rocking arms with sleeping child,
Thy peaceful contemplation of His face,
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