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Glen Kappy

New York, NY USA

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New York, NY USA

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My handhold.

The oar
extended to a drowning man.

The hanger
on which the shirt of my life is hung
which gives it shape and function.

My home fire—
so blow upon it, God, as on embers
to warm and cheer
and make the flame leap up
for a clearer glimpse of you.

Glen Kappy

Friday, June 3, 2022

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Smoky Hoss 24 July 2022

Written with such depth, and soul. Wow. I absolutely love this one Glen! 5 stars, plus!

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Glen Kappy 26 July 2022

Brother Smoky, as I write I feel pressed for time, but I don't want to put off responding to your comments which I was alerted to yesterday. On this poem, as you realize, I was simply expressing what the Bible means to me. Right now I'm reading through The First Nations Version of the N.T. -Glen

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