Sun Tan Poem by Martin Webb

Sun Tan



In the small
of quiet hours

I hear the solace
of forgiveness
in the whisper
on the lips of the wind

Reflective
glazed with the gold glory
of the setting sun,
I let rays penetrate,
swim deep within
Like light healing the world
from Life's living sin

Sunday, August 27, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: spirituality
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