What Do You Do?
What do you do
For a homeless soul,
Flailing in the dissipating self,
Swallowing night air,
Gasping for breath as though
Seized by swarms as they
Emerge in their flight
To cloud-capped ridges
Of thunder slapping
The weary heart
Locked in despair?
The Eye sees;
The One knows.
Copyright© 2017/12/04 Barbara Harris Leonhard
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