Always Under Attack by Ignorance, Tierney & Fidelity...Stay Spiritually
Fit
by Kevin Charles Pethtel
Warm sun with a brisk wind.
fifty five really alive. last day of 2010.
birds congregate north over the viaduct from this Mass cemetery den.
Sitting on cold stone with J.F. Hess, life used to be such a mess.
This city, these souls, the surrounding bare woody knolls share
growth & nourishment to my now patient soul. Father, Mother,
left behind weathered and erroneous stone. The wreckage of
the past is distorted and future unknown. God found me, with His love
& Grace - Balance I've been shown. Thy will, not mine; in the moment
is where I shall spend this borrowed time... No clouds can cover this
city, not even in Ohio where it's always without shine. The Blessings
received are now returned back to my now warm foundation of a home,
which is Thine
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