POEMS OF THE PREACHER
Saturday, April 19, 2014
HE IS
I see the Blood of the cross
In creatures lost,
Hearts torn, spirits
Trampled,
The childhood lullaby
Stilled.
He is.
And at the end he is
Beyond tears.
So it finishes,
And begins.
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