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Dec 2016
His Lordship forgot, siren’s slave-ship become, flighting.
Delusion, until fog horn let out it’s truthful blast. Lightning.
Caused rocky shores to be shown, even absent lighting.
Confusion lifted, anchors tossed, perhaps not all’s lost.
Hull pierced, as if cannon foddered, deck arrested, splintered, shuddered.
Sharper sharper, mast the sharpest, shard upwards, sail white masted.
Surrendered, will rendered, I lay, with strength hindered, fasted.
Waking, after night spent with foamed water taking.
Waiting, ocean water like a ballast, weighting.
Humility, as fatal shores show in after storm tranquility.
Oh, amazing grace, how sweet the sound!
For its’ warning blast, the siren’s call was drowned.
Tide lowered, ship on reef rock towered,
Mercy’s trophy, castled once, now bowered.
Humility, raised like the sun from blue depths, lucidity.
Such pleasant places walled ship from sin,
Reef boundaries, like a garden, hedged in.
Micah Hoffman
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Micah Hoffman  KCMO
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