The Trust that Rest Embodies… The Truth that Mystery Speaks…
January 9, 2012
Poet’s frozen so stiff he
Can’t even shiver.
He’d blink, but his life’s like
The Yangtze river.
Wake, and stare,
And stand in awe.
Don’t be afraid to sleep.
Whatever corners
You
Drift right by
Give to God;
Who can keep.
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