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Jericho (in a marriage)

The trumpets soar, the army cries
it is not enough
commitment in a march
means doing it more than once
the walls are only temporary
if fortified with orchestral dissonance.
The matrimony melody is a mirage
an oasis in the desert of loneliness
I take a sip of security
and the hearth of harmony quenches
like a picket fence surrounds a city
painted white, just like your dreams
Two become one more than seven times
when the city is seduced by waring crimes.

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About R. Ward

A husband, father, teacher, and struggling man of God.

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