He Comes To Me

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He comes to me

in many tongues,
but I only speak one language
and I write the same.

Yet there’s a presence
in His absence,
as if He belongs –
I cannot forget.

How often
we set our cup
to collect Blessings
from his ever-flowing stream?

Always
His Guidance
is like a beaming torch
in our life path.

1 Comment
  1. Claudio Vincenzo Ferrara says

    OK Leonard, I liked your poem, I really did. “HE” can be: God or your lover, your guide??? OK, leave that mystery – it works. Well done.

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