The Poet
God is the grape
we drink the wine
God is the golden field
we a reaper
God is light
while we shine
God is life
but the living die
God is everything
born of nothing
God always was
but can never be
God is poetry
and I choose to be the poet
written 08.26.2016
Copyright © Francis J Grasso | Year Posted 2016
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