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The Light of Mercy
I saw an aura, oh begorrah,
all about a winter’s eve,
trapped inside a gold menorah,
did my eyes try to deceive?
Bending lightly, so contritely,
in Her best Madonna way,
I felt her brush me, oh so lightly,
on my face her fingers lay.
Smiling meekly, trust uniquely
filled my soul with faith and love,
She overtook my heart completely,
Blessed Mother- mourning dove.
Pure whim or fate befalling me?
I can’t know what was bestowed.
She promised light for me to see,
then led me down forbidding road.
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