Poems of Lighthouse Bob

Aroma #414



Aroma

Your fragrance wraps around my wounds
like towel by which You gird
the solace of Your naked Self
engulfed in Ghost and Word
which, floating on a perfumed breeze,
does look down as I stay
my feet to rest in what You've blessed
for me to do today.



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Aroma #414

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