I wonder,
Was it fast talk,
and wheeling deals,
when grace was lost
to temptation?

Or were they sweet words
empty promises,
that turned us away
from our peace?

Blessings and curses
spill daily from our lips.
Every phrase weaves
its own spell.

Whether a prayer
or an incantation
it is all
the same magic

Stitched together
to make one sky
beneath which
we all unspool
our days

We fail to see
the poison
that blinds us
to the one love
we share

Eyes clouded
by the hatred
that tells us we are
strangers ~ Caroline A. Slee

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