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Listen to the voice of heaven high above;
Perhaps it’s what we had always dreamed of.
Our soul thus designed to savor, worship, love.

Every hour and then we’re thus reminded of;
The world at present in dire need of love.
Listen to the voice of heaven high above.

Our well bred manners are just not enough;
Know what it’s to sigh and still not been heard.
Our soul thus designed to savor, worship, love.

The hours are long and times are tough;
The things we see but just can not touch.
Listen to the voice of heaven high above.

Like streams of gold in the skies far above;
Know when the journey has resumed or begun.
Our soul thus designed to savor, worship, love.

How blessed this land which is counted among;
Where passion and precision have become one.
Listen to the voice of heaven high above;
Our soul thus designed to savor, worship, love.

 

 

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Form: Villanelle

Posted for Midweek Motif @ Poets United