Poem July 1, 2019 ISSUE

LOVE

Joan Ware

Long dry spell … little inspiration … few healings …    a whole lot of turmoil … a DROUGHT.One night on mental bended knees I humbly asked,“Father, what do I need to know?”Then I waited.    I vowed to stay as long as it took to get an answer—and was startled at the quickness of the reply.    A question answered my question. Three simple words:

“WILL YOU LOVE?”

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