I am convoluted in my head
Amid the complex mess
of strange and likely useless information
lies the single truth,
the tiny north star of the mind,
the anchor.
I sense it in the center there:
a brilliant white diamond dot,
the twinkle in the eye of happiness,
the reflection of white so light,
the first spark of sunrise brightly
rising from the cloaking of the night.
It stands amid the whirl of daily convolution:
the peace of knowing of the tiny ember glowing
with the colossal love of God.
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The Back of My Mind (Poetry)
PoetryI like to write fiction, but I love to write poetry. Here is a collection of some of my favorite pieces.
