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Nature and Faith in Images and Words

 A Fathers Mantle by Daniel Kleinmeier

There's a mirror in the mantle. , in the dust and the mould
It hangs like a poem, with a story to be told.

Now it's pitted and boned, and reflects only cracks,
By a candle that flickers , dripping tears full of wax.

A story of neglect, like some hinge full of rust,
Of words never written, of a fathers trust.

Gone  in those books , with a poet on the spine,
Sleep Knights full of armour , and thrones masculine.

This mirror in the mantle, with reflections now dim,
Once looked over a family and father within.

Now it's forgotten, and waits on the wall,
To beam a reflection that covers us all.

It's pitted and boned, like a scroll by the sea,
And hangs like the Saviour still looking for me

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