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	Christopher Thor Britt
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Christopher Thor Britt, 14 lutego 2012

How Blessed Am I

My love, my portion… The song I love to sing
How blessed am I to have you by my side
The woes of life are many, and alone, I’d find me lost
But when you’re near, I have the strength to try

By word, by spirit…You’re always there for me
How blessed am I to have you by my side
Your ceaseless love and faithfulness, a crown you daily wear
And my never ending source of godly pride

I thank our Lord above for this treasure that I hold
How blessed am I to have you by my side
One day is as a thousand years and still that’s not enough
To show you all the love I feel inside

How blessed am I

~Christopher Thor Britt

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Christopher Thor Britt, 4 marca 2012

Passing Regret

Dead winds blow through the
Parlor door
Silently she screams

No one to hear her
Desperate cry
She waits, hopes, and dreams

A sin it seems to
Want for more
Than stone, wood and brass

Resolved, she watches
The sun die
Through the old stained glass

Trapped in unselfish
Devotion
Both, the cage and key

Lingering in what
Might have been
Pain comes easily

Vows uttered with good
Intention
A velvet-lined snare

She, with rosary
In her hand
Buries it in prayer

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Christopher Thor Britt, 14 marca 2012

Twice Born

A gentile man of vivid dreams oft app to walk at night
Followed where his feet would lead under the pale moon light
When chance he did into a grove of oak and alder trees
He spied a pool of nature's own fed by an ancient spring
There upon he cast his gaze beneath the moon so bright
And saw him something oddly fey revealed with second sight

At once belief that made him he who walked where others went
Faded in the mist of myth and planted there instead
A vision of a greater truth not seen, and yet perceived
From deep within the pool of being, liberation to receive
Reflections at the water's edge revealed his truest form
A life he’s yet to realize, or a life he's lived before

For there upon this moon lit night, deep in that ancient wood
Where once there was an aging man an ageless raven stood
Twice born of myst, beneath the sky no longer bound by fear
He saw him casting off his flesh and soared into the air
He set his course by moon lit ways, a shadow taking flight
Till found he day light's brilliant rays that freed him from the night."

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Christopher Thor Britt, 31 stycznia 2012

Before the Sun Goes Down

A day of angry words and pain ends as it began with
Little thought for what lay in between
The fading light of memory burns away in heavens flames
As the sun races 'yond to dream unseen.

I turn a cheek to the golden farewell and slowly make my way
To a place of little comfort e'er to find
To tarry long upon this road would find me all alone
To hurry on may leave my heart behind.

In silence, I surrender to the emptiness inside
Struggles lost and won come back around
Peace. Is it had, or made, or something in between?
It must be found before the sun goes down.

~Christopher Thor Britt

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Christopher Thor Britt, 31 stycznia 2012

O Love, My Love

O love, my love, where in this lonesome hour
Can my heart with sweet abandon find you there?
If chance upon the wind you do float as lotus flower
Would on my earthen bed you gladly fare?

I am your silent lover though cloaked in gentile guise
With lips, my own affection would I treat you
And in the twilight's gloaming your embrace there would I prize
If fate would look away while there I greet you.

O suitors, I commend your will to win her proffered hand
While exile finds me close enough to see
Yet mark this, would be lovers, her hand there you may find
But her gentle heart was offered first to me.

~Christopher Thor Britt

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Christopher Thor Britt, 2 stycznia 2012

Silvia

O Silvia, my Silvia…where in this lonesome hour
Can my heart with sweet abandon find you there?
If chance upon the wind, you do float as lotus flower
Would on my earthen bed you gladly fare?

I am your silent lover…though cloaked in gentile guise
With lips, mine own affection would I treat you
And in the twilight’s gloaming your embrace there would I prize
If fate would look away while there I greet you.

O suitors, I commend thy will to win dear Silvia’s hand
While exile finds me close enough to see
Yet mark this, would be lovers, her hand there you may find
But her gentle heart was offered first to me.

~Christopher Thor Britt

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Christopher Thor Britt, 4 stycznia 2012

Passing Regret

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Christopher Thor Britt, 4 stycznia 2012

Thought and Memory (Huginn and Muninn)

O’er the waters of time
My attention quickly drawn
As Thought soars the heavens with
Memory at its side

By thorn and thicket we have passed
At times we struggle through
As that around us tears and shreds
Yet time we abide

Travel we birds of like feather
Black as night, strong as day
A reflection, one to another
An arrow taking flight

We chance upon the wind
Unyielding as the grave
Our ballad, sight and sorrow
Two ravens in the night

~ Christopher Thor Britt

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Christopher Thor Britt, 4 stycznia 2012

Above the Blue Twilight

Chance the night, oh fragrant wind
Beckon to its drowsy calling
For ‘tis there she rises high
And in the morn’s seen falling

Two different worlds on blanket lay
Before creations dawning
T’was there, her glory first espied
Began her lover’s fawning

The gentle glow upon her face
Her light of azure gloaming
A reflection of the love he feels
His warmth of heart e’er showing

Chase the wind, disrupt the tides
My lover, oh my soul
And to thy darkened bed abide
In part or by the whole

Though mine eyes rare find your face
Upon the darkened night
Yet ever shall we meet and dance
Above the blue twilight

~By Christopher Britt

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Christopher Thor Britt, 8 stycznia 2012

Dreams Unseen

The waking world does leave me ne’r content
My love if there’s no place for you and I
To find ourselves to love and ne’r repent
To live, to love, to dream, and then to die

Beneath the sky above this dreamful sleep
I’ll find you there in hope or passions eye
And pray you seek me well and find me deep
Your heart content to love one such as I

But if you find me not in slumbers womb
And passions flame has not the chance to light
Forget me not or to my early tomb
This heart will surely break and rend the night

Yet, sleep you well, my love my timeless muse
And wait anon ’til morrow’s dreams pursue

~ Christopher Thor Britt

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Dreams Unseen

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