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By Rich Tassinari
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There is a group to which they all belong,
Though weak in number, yet in courage strong,
They join with some reluctance, yet are still
Selected to repeat the Father's will,
And when they speak, most others do not hear,
Their words are bitter to a sweetened ear,
And bitter also to an ear that's sour
Since worldly tastes can change within an hour,
Their words are like a knife that must cut deep
To kill the illness hearts and spirits keep,
Beneath the hardened layers of old pains
Are losses pacified by worldly gains.
Be still, be still and listen to the core,
The heart that hears will be at peace once more.

Rich Tassinari 10/12/13

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Submitted: Sunday, October 13, 2013

Last Updated: Sunday, October 13, 2013

About the Poet
Husband, father, grandfather, and each title is my joy. As a youth, poetry was a means to express the inexpressable. I was attracted to (and still am) the beauty and brevity of verse. All flows out from God, and like a proper prayer, can flow back.

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