In The Lord's Company Poem by james watkin

In The Lord's Company



From minute to minute's timelessness
Of whom did a numberless
Father, are you His alone;
His little one.

Enwrapped burningly in a gaze
Which Earth-felled star to amaze
Is Love's, out its sludge upraised:
Heavenly praised.

Tuesday, January 1, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: religious
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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