The poetry of Beto Ochoa, Prose from a spiritual warrior


The Poetry Of Beto Ochoa~ Prose from a spiritual warrior

Wednesday, June 11, 2014

Face of God

I made my way above the clouds
To see the Face of God
I ride a spinning missile
Made of water, air and sod

This little time we tarry here
Our vision to the sky
And rocket miles uncounted
A time to breath and die

Like flowers in the Garden
Our petals fall away
So we will kiss that Face of God
And live another day

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