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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The bait of his goodness brought sinners in shoals,
He guided men gently to hope…
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(Bitter are the blossoms
Conceived in time’ last spasm)
Myth flames black…
Phoebe,
Gentle handmaid
Of us all,
Who assisted Paul
And others
Of the early church,
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