Future Shock
My Problem Is.
Upon chance occasions.
Spread amongst mundane normality.
I feel God’s love
animate my soul.
Beyond human endurance.
Wonder fills
my husk blighted soul.
Stirring passionate feeling.
When embracing spirit leaves.
Oh how totally
tormented soul crashes.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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