A Mustard Seed is a Funny Thing
Poetry, if not in form, in matter
Monday, May 30, 2011
The Confraternity of Angelic Warfare
Upon the bridge over mountain pass
he stood so still yet was moving so fast;
His hair blew quick and his heart paced quicker
and he never moved the least bit forward.
Until Angels steadied his way.
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