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Poetry Friday

A CHRISTMAS CAROL

In the bleak mid-winter Frosty winds made moan, Earth stood hard as iron, Water like a stone Snow had fallen, snow on snow, Snow on snow, In the bleak mid-winter, Long ago.

Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him Nor earth sustain; Heaven and earth shall flee away When he comes to [...]

Poetry Friday

I AM NOT YOURS

I am not yours, not lost in you, Not lost, although I long to be Lost as a candle lit at noon, Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I find you still A spirit beautiful and bright, Yet I am I, who long to be Lost [...]

Poetry Friday

COLD MORNING

Through an accidental crack in the curtain I can see the eight o’clock light change from charcoal to a faint gassy blue, inventing things

in the morning that has a thick skin of ice on it as the water tank has, so nothing flows, all is bone, telling its tale of how hard [...]