Kimo Therapy
Although there was plenty of oxygen,
we prayed for miracles.
My friend needed new lungs.
One giant of a man, most kind and true
If broken, he could fix it
His love fixed people
In the zone of mystery, God is there.
Pursuits for answers, futile.
Then, eternity speaks.
07112018 Poetry Soup Contest
Kimo Therapy, Carol Connell
Copyright © Curtis Johnson | Year Posted 2018
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