Poems of Lighthouse Bob

Final Recourse #399



Final Recourse

Who will show me how
when distractions come my way
arbitrarily small
resistance of the day
in consideration
Love and perfect Love conveyed
comes tumbling down
to fertile grounds
like raindrops from the grey
immobilizing hearts?

No further recourse needed.




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Final Recourse #399

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