That’s not the sun out there
burning ball of fire and gas
with eons and eons and eons
beyond.
That’s a rip in the fabric,
a peep hole through the
black burlap bag.
Glory and holy fire
blasting from Gods shoulder
as He lugs His galactic sack
slung behind His back
through eternity.
About Ken Greenman
Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free!
Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
Poems by Ken 