Mist, Earthquake, Grace Poem by Hans Ostrom
Mist, Earthquake, Grace
Rating: ★4.0
If the mist lifts,
Let me know.
Meantime, I will
Be inside.
If the Earth shifts,
I’ll lie low.
I never liked that
Liquid ride.
If God sends gifts,
I won’t say No.
One must assume
They’re bona fide.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
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5/9/2024 5:34:42 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I like the way you have tied these three stanzas together. As I said in my 'God's Gifts'....'Not all gifts fit\Or are the right color you see.' Happy New Year. Tom