Hail is the Father
strength muscle my heart
suite to fly in the wind of time
nay dark and light
show me the way to find,
even my feet stumble
and die
look all
ashes leave my lips close
holding my
barely breathe
that leads my sweat mistake;
come over look
the hands
that wave, the ocean floor
I call for the clouds taste
the weary eyes that close
I’ve seldom give
feel me not the
Hail gesture of the
Father as the white flame finds
to leave
my soul to eternal
heaven to lie
splendid color cover
my lasting cry...
poem by Antonio Liao
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