Saint Patrick's Angel

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 Sometimes I awake and then realize I'd rather be dreaming

 Sometimes I cannot face these tears left streaming

 Stillness stuns my belief that you are really gone.

 Without relief, I question the purpose of my grief

 And why I have suffered without you for so long. 

 Angels laugh in the hidden place we crave, 

 Within a crystal grotto and a secret cave.

 They know you are free to play on a dusty day

 They remind me that everything must be okay...


Written on St. Patrick's Day, March 17, 2021  JJG 

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