Andrew Joseph Smith
What Is - Poem by Andrew Joseph Smith
The gentle caress of warmth
The knowledge of an invited presence
The acknowledgement of unspoken words
A fountain bubbling, coursing
From unplumbed depth to overflow
In an exuberant chorus
And yet in me
An echo for company
Is it possible?
Does any yet remain?
The maddening circles of the search
Prospects dropp like flies
To those of persuasion
Is all indeed vanity?
One loss, forever lost?
Greater has one Man
The Ultimate Giver
Life, and in this
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