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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For all we love to know
He gives us signs
Gentle Lord, I love You.
You tiptoe ‘cross my heart.
You sit beside me quietly…
My God, I’m grieved to say it is not true:
Not true I desire naught…
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