Friday, July 17, 2015


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Power let's it be, so
substance and goodness absorb the void;
challenges the chaos,
to sparkle in phases both day and night
wrath of havoc to destroy -
raining flood waters, yet two by two to recreate;
sigh of sin:
a son, a stock, a scion;
sent to express redeeming love;
of power, the mightiest, is love.
© gillena cox 2015

Written in response to the prompt
Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Power