Triple Point
Gray sky at the triple point
not snow, not rain, perhaps sleet
vaguery of sunrise
murky as my ruminations
Truth has this way
of slicing open self deception
lancing the infection
draining unnecessary suffering
Through Father's grace
redemption comes
parting the sky
with light again
Poem 19-333y
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