Mornings Requiem

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ten gifts diminished sensation. Return they must from reunions room leave to rust an energy tomb.</p><p id="9529">In mornings requiem followed light our home drained unto a sleeping sprite. Left to linger upon the floor, captured life from our night before.</p><p id="0919">Trapped inside miseries dust holding secrets of humanities trust.</p><p id="6ceb">Closet opens a to reveal a ritual to cleanse our home with zeal. Scrubbing clean their captured ghosts nourishing our homes peaceful host.</p><p id="f029">Thank you for reading and I hope you’ve enjoyed this poem. If you’re interested I have written an article influenced by my experience of forgiveness.</p><di

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a spiritual poem on resetting your space.

Photograph by Christopher Madsen

We cleansed and cleaned our home to receive the guests who bared a common need. The house did gleam a spotless sheen with gentle warmth that is unseen.

Friends from far and kin so near gathered around for Winter cheer. Games were played to pass the time among Summer chats with Spring in line.

Departing souls of celebration forgotten gifts diminished sensation. Return they must from reunions room leave to rust an energy tomb.

In mornings requiem followed light our home drained unto a sleeping sprite. Left to linger upon the floor, captured life from our night before.

Trapped inside miseries dust holding secrets of humanities trust.

Closet opens a to reveal a ritual to cleanse our home with zeal. Scrubbing clean their captured ghosts nourishing our homes peaceful host.

Thank you for reading and I hope you’ve enjoyed this poem. If you’re interested I have written an article influenced by my experience of forgiveness.