Poems 

O my Master!

In a strange land an evil magician has imprisoned by soul, 
He has placed my heart in a cast of iron,
And made me to fear the illusion of death.
Each morning I bow in supplication before false gods, 
And sell myself for a penny.
O my true spouse, my Master, I have all but forgotten you,
Yet You alone it is that I may never forget!

                                                                   Micheal Raysson

To Master, everywhere

I turn everywhere
Looking for who or who:
You are there silently in the everywhere
Waitingly in the all
Every around
Holds your God-eyes
All the space

I live in 
breathes your voices 
spinning and spinning 
I come and I go
Around and until
I face to face
Space in space
Alone

                                Donna Pollard

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