A little word with so much meaning, What does it call forth? Pining A place beckoning on, Where I can find rest, On the hearth where I sit down. But there is something specific, Missing from other places, That in this place I find, Peace. With empty space to roam, That I can come back […]
A Poem by Jacinta Wick – I am. I was. I will be Only one can… Sharing suffering Joy exceeding Ever nearing Always purifying Never leaving I AM is Lord.
Tag: Clockwork
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