Faithful Are the Heirs
Nations come and go…
but the underlying good
of humanity remains constant
and strong; God is not
dead, but awaits our
Beck-and-call—We are not
the first generation
to grow strong,
nor will we be
the last; for Spirit
transcends Time and
Politics. Be peaceful
and reassured in
your mind and soul--
Love is not Hollywood
nor the Preacher’s
pulpit. It is the essence
of God, nurturing
and immortal. Faithful
are the Heirs!
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2019
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