Poems of Lighthouse Bob

Highly Combustable #490



Highly Combustable

The infant faith begins to breathe
crisp sparkling air of Heaven's days
wrapped in wonder and amaze
that heart, so held, should sheathe
first moments shared in vestibule
where first was spoken Name
that opened gates and, Spirit fueled,
burst into a flame.




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Highly Combustable #490

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