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Her name be Purity
Eyes sing of Innocence
And full of inner Beauty
Devoid of all pretense

No trace of hatred there
No doubts, nor even fear
Her very soul laid bare
God's image is all here!

poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Poem: The Full Beauty of Thee

Lately, life has been rough and coarse;
how have I strayed off course?
Be my light and show the way,
for You alone are Love’s real source.

O my Lord, please touch me
with Your spiritual purity!
Open my eyes, that I may see…
the full beauty of Thee.

Cure me of my blindness,
as I wander in this wilderness;
meet me where I am,
with Your loving kindness.

O my Lord, please touch me
with Your spiritual purity!
Open my eyes, that I may see…
the full beauty of Thee.

I’m not wanting more excuses,
to explain away how my sin oozes;
lift me up that I may find
the holy joy true faith produces.

O my Lord, please touch me
with Your spiritual purity!
Open my eyes, that I may see…
the full beauty of Thee.

-Joe Breunig
Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory

poem by Joseph James Breunig 3rd
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Innocence Matter: Restoration Perfection

Innocence is the question?
Innocence is the X factor?
Innocence is life mortality?
Innocence is sinless state immortality?

Innocence is physical perfection?
Innocence is purity soul divinity?
Innocence is state of grace harmony?
Innocence is Trinity creation link eternity?
Innocence is life breath immortality?

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Innocence Inspires Paradise Harmonies

Innocence is the question?
Innocence is X factor benediction?
Innocence is gift inspiration.
creation regeneration restoration.

Innocence is healing blessing specific
of purity beauty love touch unsold.
Innocence vibrant an angelic music
infuses paradise harmonics to enfold.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Stolen Innocence

Her face is beauty
Yet marred by the pain in her eyes.
The tears she sheds
Fall to the ground
Like liquid diamonds
And shatter there alone.
And I cry for her
Stolen Innocence.

Tis a beautiful thing,
The raw purity of
Innocence in Youthful Bloom.
It's meant to last forever.
Meant to eternally bless those
Endowed with such a gift.
But when choice is stolen
And Beauty turns to Brokenness
I weep for its
Stolen Innocence.

poem by Sunny Grace
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Vermeer

An easel stands in candle light
Young maidens sit without gesture
Pure, like the repose of Eve in Eden
Eyes with the power of the stars

Guilt, shame, and sin has not happened
No acting, no projection, no splits
The fire of purity in stark reality
Blues like heaven itself, white light

Mystical perfection, virtue, innocence
Sexuality without sin, beauty so sincere
To paint the soul before the fall
Show life without pretense and masks

Clothing like creation itself
Put into space in eternal beauty
Ideals so lofty, so simple and sincere
Lips that give Eve's first kiss

Hands that touch with pure tenderness
Symmetry in mathematical wonder
Everyday life in profound infinity
Vermeer, did you see angels?

poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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~not Easily Broken~

a love freely offered
by a courageous heart
is eagerly admired and
marvelled over as
a rare find
a precious treasure
reverently encased
behind fine glass
and placed on a pedestal
appreciated for
its beauty
its purity
its innocence
from a far
but remains
fearfully unaccepted
by a Soul
blinded by the
deceptions of fear
that whisper lies
of unworthiness

though geatly desired
by this troubled Soul
the love freely offered
by the courageous heart is
rejected at every offering
each rejection
inflicting pain
upon this tender fragile heart
in its naivity
its ever hopeful state
is easily hurt
and easily bruised
yet the Soul
of this tender courageous heart
though admired for
its beauty
its purity
its innocence
it is disconnected
and remains alone
and often lonely
yet perseveres
beyond the rejection
still hurt and bruised
but not easily broken
for the Soul of the tender heart
longs to be taken
from behind the bevelled glass
no longer admired or treasured
as a rare find
but cherished
and loved in return

poem by Soulful One
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A Child at War!

No bell, No warning, no flare, surrounded!
I see them all, blood in their eyes
I see the innocence deep within
There is no escape, one by one, away we march.

Young at heart, young at mind
We walk small, we talk small
Through the thicket through the river
Act weak, your throat is slit,
Look weak, you see no mercy.

I close my eyes, I see too much
Yesterday, the church hymns, my ABC's
Tomorrow, armed for combat.

Full of innocence, timid at heart
Off we go, but soon to return,
Full of courage, devoid of innocence,
Strong at heart, ready to mime,
Mummy, Daddy please forgive me!

poem by Macwolls Kay
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Innocence Taken

Innocence taken
by those who thought
that it was ok to lie
by those who thought
nothing matters
Innocence taken
no longer available
Innocence unable
to ever speak again
Innocence silenced
to soon
Innocence taken
there's no truth over the lie
Innocence taken
by those who thought
I'll be the same again
by those who thought
its ok to kill
by those who thought
it's ok to take
Innocence replaced
by fear and mistrust
Innocence disappeared
before it came
Innocence taken
by those who
laughed at every cry
by those who had none
Innocence reflecting
a little girls eyes
innocence taken away
without my permission

poem by Kiara Davar
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Safeguard Your Heart

because some will come
and days will come
when you need to believe
in yourself as we do

because some cannot be sincere
because some can only tear down
beauty and purity and innocence
beasts beset with envy jealousy

because you must believe
in yourself your future
because you must safeguard
your heart your precious soul

poem by Terence George Craddock
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After our Likeness.

Before me now a little picture lies—
A little shadow of a childish face,
Childishly sweet, yet with the dawning grace
Of thought and wisdom on her lips and eyes.

Fair, oval, broad-brow'd face—small, delicate head—
Transparent skin, with blue veins shining through—
All the soft outlines, beautiful and true,
Bring me the echo of the words “God said.”

Made “in our image”—sure 'tis that we see,
God's likeness, in the fair face of a child,
By the world's sin and passion undefiled—
Ay, as I look, it seems quite plain to me.

The light wherein the little features shine,
Strange, mystic light, so undefined and faint,
So far too pure for any words to paint—
'Tis a reflection of the Face divine.

Some day the earthly shadows will be cast
Across that sunshine—it may be to dim
A while the visible countenance of Him;
But 'twill be there—the likeness—to the last.

Some day the lucid waters, in which lie
Pictured those glorious lineaments, will be
Stirred up and troubled like a stormy sea;—
But they will yet re-settle—by-and-by.

They will re-settle when the soul is still'd,
Its passions, its wild longings, and its pain;
The pure reflection will shine out again
When earth's hopes are relinquish'd, unfulfill'd.

They will re-settle in those after-years
When life's hard lessons have been conned and learn'd;
Then this child's beauty will have all return'd,
More lovely for the trouble and the tears.
They will re-settle in the calm of death,
When the sweet eyes are laid asleep, and when
The heart is hush'd. Truly God's likeness then—
The mirror clear, unsullied by a breath.

Ah! while I look, and trace each tender line,
I think most of the day when I shall see
The dear face in that perfect purity,
Its mortal features clothed with the divine.

This self-same face, but with the image bright,
Nevermore undefined, and faint, and dim;
This self-same face, yet like the face of Him,
In glory and in beauty infinite.

poem by Ada Cambridge
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A Deformed Angel

Sometimes life gives us severe shock,
Undermines the plans and does block,
The ways of wisdom leading ahead,
Reveals the hands that secretly mock.

An artist thought to paint an angel,
To use the brush for the masterpiece,
But could not conceptualize the image,
Beauty combining innocence, purity.

One morn, at last, he luckily found,
A child playing on the grassy ground,
Having angelic countenance and grace,
Incarnation he was of sublime serenity.
Painted he the angel with skill utmost,
And earned he the world wide fame.

And he after three full fleeting decades,
Thought for the second master-sketch,
Now not of an angel, but of a devil.
He sought for the image far and wide,
But could not find corresponding one,
Fate then led him amid the prison walls,
There inside met he a young wretch man,
With a devilish nature, face and frame.

The master revealed his intent to paint,
Tears came in eyes of the devil formed,
Said he, “Oh! Master it is a matter of woe,
You sketched me an angel thirty years ago.”

poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Georgina

They told me her name was Georgina
At first I thought she was an angel in disguise
She danced around my mind like a ballerina
Her beauty was excitement to my soul and eyes.
Her lips were as full as a boutique of roses
That a man would present to a woman in love
'Remember' beauty are from the words man composes
From the inspiration of woman, and not from GOD above.
Her eyes were as large and additive as the moon
And they called me, as fire calls a moth to the flame
The air was tranquil as it was late June
And then I saw her, and now I know her name.
Across the room was the first time that I saw her
I don't think I could ever forget that magical night
Her image is strong and her beauty will never blur
My love is for her and she will always be in my sight.
Oh how I wished that I had taken her away by the hand
But I know that I could never, even if I could try
As her heart and soul they belonged to another man
And I was just a visitor, who sadly was passing by.
In my mind and soul she will always be there
Her beauty could be compared to that of beautiful Athena
How I wished that I had her that's all in my prayer
After they had told me that her name was Georgina.

poem by Randy McClave
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The Shadow Is You

Young lady! Yes, You! , I’m talking to you!
What do you see looking in a mirror?
Do you see a pretty face as I do?
You do? You’re sure about that? Stand nearer
My dear and look into mascaraed eyes
In deeper, deeper still, into your soul.
Does beauty reign in that realm undisguised?
External beauty plays a minor role
In life. Now, my dear, stand back from the glass
See what’s behind you? No? It’s your shadow
A faceless non-irradiated mass
Devoid of beauty and class, this you know.
It has accompanied you from the start
While beauty waned your soul became its heart.

poem by Albert Ahearn
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Innocence & Guilt

INNOCENCE, as its defined,
Is a state of being free.
Freedom from evil deeds,
A life of purity.

It doesn’t cause another pain,
Nor strive to offend.
Innocence is blameless,
No harm does it intend.

In it there is no malice,
Within no darkness hides.
Sin has never breached it,
No evil there resides.

GUILT is more than acquainted
With causing an offence.
Its where the blame is found,
For it has no defense.

Its selfish in it’s actions,
Caring not for consequence.
While every word of flattery
Is simply a pretense.

It enjoys creating trouble,
Where there’s crime, you’ll find it there.
It is searching for a victim,
Let the innocent beware.

© S.E.S

poem by Sara Stowell
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Doubts

When she sleeps, her soul, I know,
Goes a wanderer on the air,
Wings where I may never go,
Leaves her lying, still and fair,
Waiting, empty, laid aside,
Like a dress upon a chair. . . .
This I know, and yet I know
Doubts that will not be denied.

For if the soul be not in place,
What has laid trouble in her face?
And, sits there nothing ware and wise
Behind the curtains of her eyes,
What is it, in the self's eclipse,
Shadows, soft and passingly,
About the corners of her lips,
The smile that is essential she?

And if the spirit be not there,
Why is fragrance in the hair?

poem by Rupert Brooke (1913)
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Let Us Dream Together

Lets us come closer,
And dream together,
Dream of a world,
Which is full of joy,
Dream of a life,
Having no trace of sorrow,
Having abundance of,
Smiling faces,
And cheerful weather,

Lets us come closer,
And dream together,
Of a world where there
Is no trace of fear
Fear of bomb blast,
Fear of abduction,
Fear of a war,
Fear of any disruption
Fear of loosing someone,
Very dear and close to
The heart

Lets us come closer,
And dream together,
Of a toddler and child,
Playing in a garden,
Running after a butterfly,
And her parents while,
Looking at her,
Keep on smiling with amusement,
Their faces not showing any trace of fear.

Lets us come closer,
And dream together,
Of an old grandpa,
Who is not lonely,
Not discarded by his children,
Rather, he is laughing in full pitch,
While recollecting the nuances,
He used to make in his childhood,
And sharing his thoughts,
With his grand children.

poem by Reena Ray
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Stand Against The Evil

When the doubts are not cleared,
When the truth is not told,
When silence is kept as so dear,
Then the hatred starts to tear.

When the secrets are kept,
When the ill thoughts are nourished,
When sincerity exits out of heart,
Then the hatred begins to manifest.

When the cries of help is ignored,
When the need to assure is avoided,
When the inevitable feeling is scratched,
Then the hatred becomes part of human.

When the true feelings are respected,
When the innocence is upheld,
When the chastity is maintained,
Then the love chases away the hared.

Stop crying when someone abuses you,
The crying makes the abuser more abusive.
Stand against the evil for your right,
Your future will be happy and bright.

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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The Silence of Tomorrow

Unyielding is the sword of dark sorrows,
That eviscerates the youth of innocence
From a world that cradles them with comfort,
And leaves them within a forest of pain
With trees that swallow their soul. Their innocence, replaced by decayed maturity,
They shed tears of blood
That feeds the soil
By which this forest is deeply rooted. So full of:
Fear,
Hatred,
Loneliness,
Resentment,
Anger
From paradise lost,
Their hearts burn with flames
That consume it to blackened ashes. Cast aside from the world they once did know,
Their cries echo & reverberate without sound;
And as they fall from the weight of grief
So set upon their youthful shoulders,
They come to rest on a bed of morosity...
Lulled to sleep by the silence of tomorrow.

poem by Nightdweller
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Beauty, Beautious, Beautiful

Beauty is not a superficial form
Each has their own in essential nature
And in the actions they perform
Until the dissolution of their life
To leave beauty’s impressions in our hearts
Yesterdays beauty never leaves or departs.

Beauty is all around
Each and every place it may be found
As you look with open eyes
Upon the forms that nature makes
Then man seeks to imitate
Yearning to match that beauty all around.

Beauty if you cannot find
Beauty must be in mind
Beauty is in purity
Beauty of simplicity
Beauty runs right through and through
Beauty in me, and them, and you.

Beauty, beauteous, beautiful
Beauty in heaven
Beauty in fire
Beauty in earth
And finally beauty in a simple verse.

poem by David Taylor
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Innocence Again

Do you remember when
You were way back then
You held the world inside your hands
When you told me love
Was the strongest stuff
Your strength was innocence
But, oh man
The signs of the times are omens
You're starting the day in
No man's land again
Who are you gonna be?
When you're on your knees, who do you believe? (oh, oh, oh)
Fear is a lonely man
You've been given innocence
You've been given innocence again
You should know by now
That your darkest hour
Is when your broken heart goes down
It's a bitter end
When the sweet begins
Grace is sufficiency
But, oh dear, we'll never deserve it
No dear, we never could earn it
Now, here the choice is yours
Who are you gonna be?
When you're on your knees, who do you believe? (oh, oh, oh)
Fear is a lonely man
You've been given innocence
You've been given innocence again
Grace is high and low
Grace is high and low
Grace is high and low
We'll never be the same
Who are you gonna be?
When you're on your knees, who do you believe? (oh, oh, oh)
Fear is a lonely man
You've been given innocence
You've been given innocence again
oh, oh, oh...
You've been given innocence, innocence, innocence.
Who are you gonna be...
You've been given innocence.

song performed by by Switchfoot
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