Arrival . . .
If it were you,
tattered rags would litter landscape
far reaching
tides would rush with discarded care
certain of no recompense
horizons would tilt 90° with laughing
disdain
life would become undone.
but . . .
don’t dismiss God’s will.
Copyright © Jill Martin | Year Posted 2006
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