Maryanne Richards Poems

Death is in the birds that fly
And in the morning sunrise
Together life and death abide.
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Where is the joy
That catches the heart
And comes in a moment
Unbidden, from nowhere,
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A light withdrawn
To a realm of peace and love
Unthinking the words came while gazing
Over the place he loved to play.
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Why do we hurt so,
What is the reason.
All the good works
Seem to be done with intention.
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The years have gone so quickly,
It seems like yesterday
That the light that shone so brightly
Was taken away.
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Life is for living.
What does that mean?
Does it mean we should chase
Every fanciful dream.
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Desire leads the mind
In all its cunning ways.
All around the known it goes,
We see this while in a trance,
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I see in you the beauty of a jewel
It opens up my heart to see the sun.
I ask, why does this not last?
For I have felt the hand that defends you.
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The matter of the fact
Is the fact of the matter
About which, thinking only distorts.
If once seen as the fact
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We are but players
In the game of life
Bowing to the unseen
And unknown god.
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