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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When angels danced on heads of pins
The ways of men were means not ends;
“If I do not go — the Spirit will not come.”
Oh endless pattern in the trees.
You weave a world for me
Of endless beauty,…
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