The Pure Impulse Poem by james watkin

The Pure Impulse



God himself, who of himself
Drawing up, each heart, from out
As an ocean, its drop
What of the eternal reflects
In Man: Good's search. Truth's devout.
Beauty's nuanced. Non-stop.

Tuesday, October 22, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: reflecting,search,soul
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james watkin

james watkin

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