Flood from Above
wearing the garb
        of welcome and
        how do you do,
beating a path
        to the darkest door
        of 'this could kill you,'
an invisible interloper,
        refusing to knock,
        and no mere flu,
wants your very breath, 
        and to make your 
        his parlor of death. 
take all good precaution
        but in this mean time,
     trust perfect love
            will wash away all 
            in a flood from 

1 John 4:18-19

by J Alan R

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