Compassion
A POEM
Ice in the spirit
Is but frozen tears
And bitterness
Is expectation killed.
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Pietà
“Does the darkness cradle thee Than mine arms more tenderly?”
— Willa Cather
The Final Match
My very breath seems evidence of You.
My pulse throbs with a Spirit not…
Pain of Late Conversion
Have mercy, Lord, and by your blood
wash from my brain
the sly recurring pain
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