Poetry
~ By Carol D. Bos ~ I hope it is decades before death parts us But I don’t know what God has in mind I pray that he’ll let us be happy always But I can’t comprehend…
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Love. What a small word we use for an idea so immense and powerful it has altered the flow of history, calmed monsters, kindled works of art, cheered the forlorn,…
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You are holding up a ceiling with both arms. It is very heavy, but you must hold it up, or else it will fall down on you. Your arms are tired, terribly tired, and,…
Poetry
On this earth there is a oneness A rhythmic flow through everything that lives The things with roots and stems and leaves The things with shells and fins and furs…