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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
The Realm of Blessing is an ethereal poetry collection by Wayne-Daniel Berard. Berard’s poetry sings in images and revels in the atmosphere of perfectly executed acoustics.
FirstI know the sound
the sun makes
as it rises
I know the note
the soul strikes
as g*d draws
it like a bow
returning to its
violin, the body
I know the stage
whisper with which
everything is
cued each morning.
(I lean across
the bed, kiss
your hair before
going). Know
your way home
to me
you sigh,
you day unbreak,
you night sans fall.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
The Realm of Blessing is an ethereal poetry collection by Wayne-Daniel Berard. Berard’s poetry sings in images and revels in the atmosphere of perfectly executed acoustics.
FirstI know the sound
the sun makes
as it rises
I know the note
the soul strikes
as g*d draws
it like a bow
returning to its
violin, the body
I know the stage
whisper with which
everything is
cued each morning.
(I lean across
the bed, kiss
your hair before
going). Know
your way home
to me
you sigh,
you day unbreak,
you night sans fall.