263 Waiting lines

Posted on February 12, 2016 by Ken Greenman

Life is spaced by coffins
draped in cotton, lace and silk.
The graves we daily
excavate,
with mass productions fill.
Now, I don’t believe
in easy Grace
(some bastards are far from God).
But in those unnumbered earthy holes,
quay multitudes of
heaven bound souls.

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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!
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