Poems of Lighthouse Bob
Onward! #422
Onward! Onward, still, I go soaking my lentils in boil so gentle you'd hardly believe there's a flame when, then, in its passing, a lamb got me grasping for more than a soup filled with grain. Well, now, here, I confess, I tried, did my best, but that dang lamb was so temperamental that, when I got near, it ran like a deer up a hill, up a tree … Coincidental? I think not, for One, so inclined, climbed a tree so that we'd in Him find Everlasting Life. |
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Onward! #422
Onward! #422