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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(Bitter are the blossoms
Conceived in time’ last spasm)
Myth flames black…
The bait of his goodness brought sinners in shoals,
He guided men gently to hope…
My very breath seems evidence of You. My pulse throbs with a Spirit not…
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