I love to see the curtain’s edge
Lift gently from my window ledge
The breeze outside comes pushing in
As lacy fluff lifts in the wind !
The fabric floats into my space
Creating gauzy veils of lace
While visions seem to spin around
Like Venus in her dressing gown !
This has no place now I’ve been told
These styles I chose are just too old
And no one cares or wants to see
Lace panels here except for me !
There are those dreams we’ve left behind
That in our lives true faith we’d find
Seems fate would have no part of this
Denying us our sacred bliss.
We’re sure that this hypocrisy
Is part of life’s vast mystery
That only God will understand
Because He gave us this command.
How sad that we have gone astray
What arrogance do we display
Discarding rules to take a stand
Negating God’s own master plan !
I need to cast away all thought
And flee this web in which I’m caught.
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Claire V. Bogdanos 