God Is

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God Is

A window against the wind
so the wind will not
tousle us all about
in every direction
all the while the window
fills the space in light

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

cheyla’s Poems (7)

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