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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O God of love, Your Kingdom is a beach
with gold sand —
each grain…
I’ve heard of those on milk and honey fed
But when I set about to…
When angels danced on heads of pins
The ways of men were means not ends;
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