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| The Birth of Marie | |
| by Darin Carr
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| Saint Marie, whispered the wind in her softest breath,
a tickling tease of a breeze that still blows.
Saint Marie, the song birds sang.
She's a melodious melody in the song of creation,
the flowered fields swayed to her breeze,
a standing ovation.
And the wind lifted a bird the breeze carried it high
in to a blue heaven where angels still fly.
Saint Marie, they sang in luminescent light
to every star that filled that night,
each one shimmering a shine that shone so bright.
Our Father in heaven heard this song,
giving witness to this sight,
for he could see the beauty in
and all around Saint Marie,
that will always be.
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| ©1993, 2001 Darin Carr | |
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