A Bruised Reed He Shall Not Break, And A Smoldering Wick He Shall Not Quench, Poem by RIC BASTASA
A Bruised Reed He Shall Not Break, And A Smoldering Wick He Shall Not Quench,
reflection
upon the clear pond of the mind
at dawn
someone so gentle
meek
renders justice upon
the earth
all the trees and wind
bow
he comes without a kill
no devastation as a flood
or fire
no nuclear leaks
no quakes
he does not shut off
the light
neither grass or
weed
he shall not remove
burn
he is a word
but he will last forever
he is eternity
he dies but death has not
conquered him
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