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In quiet contemplation I sit beneath a canopy of silver leaves,
searching for a moment of tranquillity and peace.
 
Above me a myriad of precious jewels are ripening in the sun,
inviting me to stay and fix my silent gaze upon.
 
I close my eyes and speak to my creator through my prayers,
His holy presence capturing all worries, doubts and cares.

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This Christmas, Lord,
Take a corner of my life
And steal in.....

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‘Put poppies on my grave’, he said,
my dearest, soldier boy.
‘For when I dream, I dream of you,
my bonnie girl, all dressed in red’.

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