Iron Mountain ski jump

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Monday, November 21, 2016

My Hope Still Comes-a poem

My hope still comes
Not from the hills
Despite what the Psalmist says
Even though the hills are low
the sun yet lower
But from beyond the hills
Above the hills
In spite of the hills

My help comes from the Lord
Who doesn’t give a Creator’s damn
About whether I believe in him
Or worship her
Or praise it

Him and her and it being a sort of
Trinity of pronouns
United in ignoring my creeds and credos


No, I’m not writing again. This is just something I found among my “daily poems” on the computer, already written.

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