Spare Words
Fragment 10-27-18
.for public domain
Spare Words
No one stands for sermons in pouring rain,
there is not a one who stands to preach them.
Unless a Lear throws his fist at a storm
and howls at his fate in a savage rage,
we huddle around hearths and throw our shadows,
low voices comfort the hardships we bear;
to praise Heaven's Grace, not a word we spare.
Copyright © William Coyne | Year Posted 2018
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