A Promise
You have promised
to give me
no more
than I can bear
yet I feel
my shoulders break
'neath the cross
I carry
but remember the one
who carried
the cross of Your Son
thus take You
at Your Word.
(c)--Christina Cowling
The Dead Poets Society met in a cave to read and share verse. This group is for poets who are very much alive, who have words running, pulsating through their veins. From an outside landscape that can be harsh and barren, we come together in this nurturing, verdant oasis; fellow wanderers, wonderers, sharing our words.
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