Poems of Lighthouse Bob
V Haiku VIII #531
V Haiku VIII dangle on the vine, varied fruit of varied kinds, one God, one Spirit. ascending o'er, storms the Mayan laughing falcon ... "The world didn't end!" the land was arid, void of creative gesture, yet the lily bloomed. oh, I love God so in the most enchanting hours, nightingale moon song. ears thrill, heart gladdens, light pierces through the darkness … Your name was mentioned. God bless, Lighthouse Bob |
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V Haiku VIII #531
V Haiku VIII #531
