Titan

Titan

A Story by Tilling

Oh, how I learn from the titans.
Swinging anvils of words
round then round;
the existence of understanding 
beat upon until new meaning is forged.

Oh, how Im thankful to the Lord.
Who labors with tools honed 
with wisdom;
always, clearing access into
fields of old reason.

© 2019 Tilling


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