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Peace Author of Hope
24 November 2006

Your vote was for my heart,
but you never knew within was truth.
On a day of days in prayer,
my own mother, not nearby to share.

To know she gave, and you did receive,
my heart in return, for sadness if only to grieve.
Lost but not forgotten, found and
discovered in reaching out toward you.

Our love for each other an Almighty quest,
across bright skies of amour to dream.
Your arms, your shoulders, the touch
of each breast, gentle and refined.

Know you're my angel, this peace author of hope,
your definition to behold in fullness
of body beautiful and caress.

This love as if imprisoned, at least until now,
my love for you, your loving, gifted in return.
To light a candle, in thanksgiving,
and await each heart, together in
His deity to burn, unified at last

"We observe today not a victory of party but a celebration of freedom - symbolizing an end as well as a beginning - signifying renewal as well as change. . . .

The world is very different now. For man holds in his mortal hands the power to abolish all forms of human poverty and all forms of human life. And yet the same revolutionary beliefs for which our forebears fought are still at issue around the globe - the belief that the rights of man come not from the generosity of the state but from the hand of God."

Inaugural Address, President John Fitzgerald Kennedy (1917-1963), Washington, D.C., 20 January 1961, Born in Brookline, Massachusetts, USA, on 29 May 1917, his administration sought after as the beginning of new hope for both the equal rights of Americans and the peace of the world.

© 2006 Christopher W Herbert (a New Zealand Poet)

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