Poem – Flown by R.A. Feller
June 27, 2021
Poem – Not Finished
July 2, 2021
Enough for today,
but then it is gone.
Life must be kept fresh,
stillness, before moving on.
For when losing ones way,
all doth grow dark.
Light, guiding light,
through the clouds
which suppress.
Closing in. Terror!
Blotting out
what it is to
be alive in the chai;
City of God’s breath.
Out of the mouth
words are spoken.
Resuscitating to the throne?
Man doth not live
by bread alone.
R.A. Feller
