Michael Denis Poems

No euphemism can console me
‘cos the reality of existence is laid bare;
that every being shall become,
and thus you have come and gone
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Eternal praise I give
To the architect and builder
All of my being
The hope of years to come
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The world without and our hearts within
Great determinants of our becoming
Both come with choices
Ours to make
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Other enticements are fleeting
O! What more do I need?
While He is ever enduring.
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