A POEM
Ice in the spirit
Is but frozen tears
And bitterness
Is expectation killed.
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- Karl Keating
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“Does the darkness cradle thee Than mine arms more tenderly?”
— Willa Cather
Gentle Lord, I love You.
You tiptoe ‘cross my heart.
You sit beside me quietly…
I’ve heard of those on milk and honey fed
But when I set about to…
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