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Dawn's honey

Prompt challenge: Use at least two yellow things in a poem without using the word "yellow." My response takes the path of dawn—whe...

Tuesday, April 21, 2020

With Thy grace

Watered by Thy grace,
this dry soul becomes lush green.
Words become prayers.
In Thy love, we abandon.
In thy embrace, we find us.

Welfare unto all 

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