Poems of Lighthouse Bob
V Haiku I #524
V Haiku I arboreal praise prompted by children's tree-swing, winter's amnesia. in every good thing there's planted a seed of Grace, forests flourish there. stunned by a clean heart, I thought I heard a cannon, it was a whisper. cried, Zion's river, flowing with children's tears, falls at the wailing wall. overwhelming joy heightens in the atmosphere, clouds resound in praise. God bless, Lighthouse Bob |
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V Haiku I #524
V Haiku I #524
