Warmth

child like christ sleeps
pink in my blanketed arm.

warmth and rest
are always together.

in cemeteries the frozen
sleep so fitfully
they someday rise.
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Brad East said...

Good to have you back, sir. Just wonderful.

February 3, 2010 at 8:51 AM

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