Neither shall they say, Lo here! or, lo there! for, behold, the kingdom of God is within you.
Friday, 18 January 2019
Once upon I climbed the sky A dream of seven upon my eye Lambeth mud Living stars amid the leaves Light in my hope chest A sea beneath her skin Unborn, sixteen I waited for first breath Then again for maturity Old sevens, dried mud Faces in sand and stone Garden grown If love be true In patience Every open eye Gleaming like my lover's regret His finest hour She loves, my love Because of you She does not lie
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