THE VISION ON PATMOS
I AM the voice of the unseen You shall never know me, Listen as my words evaporate What I say refers to nothing. All the days of life vanish Each one polishing your soul, When the last morning arrives Then you see through time. There I stand always waiting As your prayers glimpse me, O
11.20.2009| Fiction and Poetry, Volume 5, Issue 1 | Kevin McGrath
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