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The Bliss of Hammatan IV

Dried scales of white skin paled by dust,
Of season, blessed by flight
which, many dawns caressed its frost,
In gentle rays of white.


For many, time feigned its delay
In fleeting slurs of speed.
A little compromise replayed
In dawning wakes of need.


We try to mend our broken mind
On engraved stones of zeal
Focus amends our hearts to find
Visions and goals revealed


In foilages of hope betrayed
In straws of travails past
We gained strength from the part they played
Saving the best for last


The campaigns began in slow hypes
Families gather means
The year tolls to its close in stripes
Of tension, in failed dreams


Of times we spent on words that reel
In chatters void and dumb
The remnants of our inner will
Threshed down by fear, benumbed


The breath of dryness brings relief
In feelings cold and blue
That Christ was born for man's reprieve
For sin, to make anew


The soul of dirt, putting to death
The nature of old self.
Salvation brings a new rebirth
Cleansing our inner self


As dust clings aptly to our feet
Walking on sand-strewn grounds
As memories exhumes our guilt
And sinful past resounds


Let us in him be made anew
In thanksgiving to that one man
Who came blest in the winds that blew
The bliss of hamattan.

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