If you try to run off
Expect misadventures
Heed that still small voice
You have a job to do

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on December 14, 2017, in Four By Six, Poetry and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.

  1. A powerful gem, Ben. But then most of your poems are.

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  2. Powerful message in so few words, Ben…

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  3. I think I do. I think . . .

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