A poem written by Patrick Connors

The Gate of Echoes

As a psalter, horn and harp, One would cry for justice then for peace to joy impart.

For the candid vibrancy for arid conduct to prove.

Action of belief causes mountains to move.

Causing shallow hatred to die that loving kindness becomes deep.

If grace is prevalent then grudges no longer creep.

One who walks to and fro beyond the recesses of perdition.

Surviving such and such, would strengthen the human condition.

Over ruling the pains to see past the rains, while coming to conclusion and to ones power reclaim.

Opening the gate of echoes of things whispered in meaningful love.

One screams their happiness from the rooftops themselves reaping the harvest from above.

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