Even the stoic heart has a weak spot


Vulnerability

A tear trembled upon the precipice
Waiting for the fall
A slip down the cheek
Would tell the world all
The stubborn strength within this heart
Could so gently be undone
By looking into the God-kissed face
Of his mystifying newborn son



Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2006-10-20 at 17:16

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Kathy Lockhart
Perfection is in the reflection of this poem.
So much said in so few words.
2006-10-20