A POEM
Ice in the spirit
Is but frozen tears
And bitterness
Is expectation killed.
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Phoebe,
Gentle handmaid
Of us all,
Who assisted Paul
And others
Of the early church,
“Alas, I cannot find my God,” Man said
Blind with seeking, all but garroted
By…
When angels danced on heads of pins
The ways of men were means not ends;
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