the world has come to a holy demise
and angel faces come to reap.
a father stares, his daughter cries
even the cherubs start to weep.
and God is there, and God is good
and God is real, and there He stood
gently, he strokes two Human faces
and puts them to sleep.
(even stars look small when you're as large as He)
YOU ARE READING
the veiled lady/hailstones between my teeth
Poetrythere is nothing out there there is nothing beyond this here this is it *** 12/16/23 first book of poetry there is nothing beyond
