Mercy, Divine, In What Blows Poem by james watkin

Mercy, Divine, In What Blows



Mercy, divine, in what blows
Excessive summer's
Refreshing need. Majesty, of sorts
What prior thunders.

Semi naked, child who bares
as unencumbered
Its soul to it. Truly accepting
Is faith, uncowered.

Thursday, December 20, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: storm
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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