Poems of Lighthouse Bob

Deliverance #400



Deliverance

Sorrow comes to each and all
in subtle, wispy waves
of wander, endless, self dependence
whisked through empty graves
that hold no answers
only cancerous forms
that death
with death enslaves
in never knowns that God's alone
has overthroned when saved.



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