Unsown Heart

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    Unsown Heart
    Broken hearts
    Torn lives
    Tortured souls

    I heal, I feel, I listen
    The father listens
    The son listens
    The Dove touches with the sacred fires of divine knowledge

    Comfort as I sew your heart together
    Your wounds are touched by the finger of god
    You are healed with love
    You are touched with the beauty of life

    Walk with a clean heart
    Be touched with the soul and purity of the word
    Pray and be aware your prayer has been answered
    Now learn and heal
    Forget the sadness but the joy of life

    Follow the light and feel no more the blue of life
    But the red of passion and feed from it
    Be touched with the royalty of purple garbs of
    divine spirituality.

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    pegusas commented on Unsown Heart

    08-28-2009

    I really liked the unsown heart I felt almost like it was me , my heart being mended from all the sadness i have endured in the last year , thanks for such a heart warming poem.
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    Supermike commented on Unsown Heart

    05-04-2009

    ok so i like this one not trying to rain on your parade but i feel like there is something missing to it not a bad missing but a little piece to make it great other than my one complaint great job puno!!!
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    emwks commented on Unsown Heart

    03-20-2009

    I took a journey back to my early years at school. I loved the memory of devotions and contemplation. I heal!
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    emwks commented on Unsown Heart

    03-20-2009

    I took a journey back to my early years at school. I loved the memory of devotions and contemplation. I heal!
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    mykhail commented on Unsown Heart

    02-13-2009

    Truly amazing, inspirational, and divine ... loved the stanza ... be touched with royalty of purple garbs of divine spirituality!
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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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