My Face

The face is more
…..than just a face
or place
to hide a storm within.

It’s tenuous breadth
……..lives from birth
to pain,
and back again,
in less than a child’s first breath

It holds the knowledge
………God hides from the world
for it is stained
and longs for
the solitude of love…
Complete.
And everlasting.

But there is no love
………Without loss
and only the face remains.
.
.
.

© 2013 John Allen Richter

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About johnallenrichter

I am an aspiring Poet and adorer of life, a conqueror of nothing. However I am a champion curator of truth and friendship and hold both of those things most dearly to my heart. Welcome to my mind's eye. I hope you will enjoy what you may find and please know that you have a friend here. View all posts by johnallenrichter

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