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Writer's pictureJohn McIntosh

BOUNDLESS LOVE

JOHN MCINTOSH

I sought

The high life

And found

Its lofty steeples wanting


Few could survive

The thin air

Of arrogance

And its inevitable loneliness


And so

With empty hands

I fell to

My knees


The cry of

Who am I

Wrenched from

My lips


And in this

Emptiness

The boundless Love

I AM arose


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