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Lucy (Tuesday group))

Lucy

I was born into a land of light
embraced by the Creator of Love itself
buoyed by an ocean of luminescence.

But I heard your cries, saw your struggles,
how clouds of ignorance hid you from our light,
how the depths of darkness bound you.

I gave you a lantern and a candle to guide you,
hung a fruit of enlightenment I had fashioned,
its ripe bounty dangling from a bough before you.

I was warned but overcame my fear.
I offered you glory and desire of knowledge.
I was banished; my light extinguished.

Once I went by another name.
But you can call me Lucy.

© Kåre Enga [174.13] (4.abril.2017)

Earlier version:

Lucy

I was born into a land of light
embraced by the creator of Love itself
buoyed by an ocean of luminescence.

But I heard your cries, saw your struggles,
how the clouds of ignorance hid our light,
how the depths of darkness bound you.

I gave you a lantern and a candle to guide you,
hung a fruit of enlightenment I had fashioned,
its ripe bounty dangling from a bough before you.

I was warned but I had overcome my fear.
I offered you glory and desire of knowledge.
I was banished; my light was extinguished.

Once I went by another name.
But you can call me Lucy.

© Kåre Enga [174.13] (4.abril.2017)

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