Poems of Lighthouse Bob
A Common Ground #512
A Common Ground Between my selves a battle brewed, the self of old, the self of new, and, in a dream, God took me back to show the want, to show the lack of younger days when I dreamt of the stuff of marriage, children… love and, so, those thoughts, put there in me, did resonate a prophecy of hope that spoken into space fulfilled a void, revealed a Grace as did The Word when it gave birth to common ground, a thing called Earth. God bless, Lighthouse Bob |
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A Common Ground #512
A Common Ground #512