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I SHALL NOT FAULT NOR BE REMISS
 
With feet atop the highest rim,
I'm breathless by default.
The mirror image of these peaks
A-lift my somber thoughts.

No matter what the darkness holds
And what the pain may be,
When I'm within the Mother's arms...
My eyes they do not see.

The weight of darkness lifts from off
The shoulders of the lame.
And when illusion seeks her own,
I know I'm not to blame.

Oh wounded warrior of a life
That marked you for a time...
You shall not win nor be approved
For missions of your kind!

I shall not fault nor be remiss
To offer up a prayer,
And thank my God for blessings here
Within the mountain air!
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The JUST FOR THE LOVE OF IT challenge

By MissSharon

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The JUST FOR THE LOVE OF IT Challenge-read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The JUST FOR THE LOVE OF IT Challenge-read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The JUST FOR THE LOVE OF IT Challenge-read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The JUST FOR THE LOVE OF IT Challenge-read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The JUST FOR THE LOVE OF IT Challenge-read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


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