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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“If I do not go — the Spirit will not come.”
You are the maker of maps,
Straight edge and compass in hand.
I am horizons…
For all we love to know
He gives us signs
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