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
You are the maker of maps,
Straight edge and compass in hand.
I am horizons…
“Walk circumspectly, and redeem the time
Because the days are evil,” said Saint Paul.
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