Juxtapositions Poems
Wednesday, March 7, 2018
Our God
In the ugliest of weather
there's a flying feather
In the darkest of night
there's a tasty delight
In the deepest of valleys
there's a river rally
In the blur of eyesight
there's our God, a light
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