Does that Spirit dwell within?
The one that raised Him from the dead
Gives you hope to look ahead
To the quickening promised therein
Tag: Poem
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In the Air
A cup of bitter black espresso
A cold fall morning
A weathered wooden rail
Steam escaping like a sparrowIn the air
Flying only briefly
To a nest above
What is left behind
The home that is sweetlyIn the air
Life is but a vapor
Clay or silver vessel
I will no longer wrestle
When I greet my creatorRising in the air