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| Daughter of Daylight�s Moon by Leslie LaVerne Bridges-Kemp �2000 Born in the presence of frocked nuns, brides of Christ, holding the hands of your mother, as she labored to be fruitful and multiply, you sprang from her womb, a gift from our Father, radiantly pure and without demands to do anything other than chant an Ave Maria and listen to the bells that rang. Child of light and innocence, you inspire in me the desire to create that which was denied by demons clothed in deceptive woolly costumes of the Arctic on frozen lakes of desire on winter days in late December when Christmas joy springs from the heart, delayed solely by the progress of the moon, as she reveals her face in seasons around Earth. Your fine Nubian lines in the petite lean body of a royal lineage inherited from the Nile yet blended with the brave Indian Cherokee by birth ennobles my heart to overflow with love for you in a land we merited. |
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