When poetry slants,
And phrases dribble down,
My parched lips part,
And life trickles in
Where nothing else passes.
A Psalm, a song,
An edge-wise word
Tipped over
Into my soul.
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2 responses to “Throw Me a Line”
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To experience a revival of our inner being. How often doesn’t it happen without our own volition?
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that’s a truth. Thanks J.
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Gerald the Writer 
Thanks for your time and thoughts.