Poems of Lighthouse Bob

White #522



White

sheep
set free
skipping o'er
heavenly mounds
of predestined steeps
trodden by a shepherd
his rod and staff directs them
in unison across the sky
as sun makes them a canvas
of pure reflection, white
shimmering with light
of silky sweet
surrender
found in
flight.


God bless,
Lighthouse Bob





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