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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“Alas, I cannot find my God,” Man said
Blind with seeking, all but garroted
By…
In the beginning A Mind, Eternal. Then
A mind, created.
A sweet Whispering,
You are the maker of maps,
Straight edge and compass in hand.
I am horizons…
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