Posted in poetry

Time:

Time:

Time sits still

And spins it wheels

And births sunshine

And sometimes will

Expose the thought

Of pose and grace

And take the veil

Of disgrace

To show the love

That comes in time

To show the me

That is not mine

Be strong old soldier

For time will tell

The wonder of love

And the fury of hell

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My purpose on this earth is to mold imagination into a instrument of influence. www.intimacychurch.org

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