Thursday, January 7, 2016
a little book of prose-poetry ... 62
Enshrined in the purity
Of your light, dear God,
I can but see your face
In these, your little children.
How else such gentle innocence;
Such meekness, goodness and love?
Thank you, God:
You have given me everything.
—
Garry D. Kilbourn
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