Poems of Lighthouse Bob
Sanctification #286
Sanctification You do still smell the fragrance though a rose has left its vine and even though the weeds may grow there's still a hope sublime that's covered in the heart of earth that lingers within man that rests so deep that when one sleeps it's known that life began not in the outer shell of things where momentary fades but in the inner swell of things beyond the fraught and grave beyond the world of happenstance beyond the world of care into a world of soul romance where God and Love are there cultivating, incubating, searching through and through to sprout a seed out from the weeds with fragrant life anew. Lighthouse Bob |
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Sanctification #286
Sanctification #286