FLARE on GOD 76 From the writing penComes worship thereinIt is one thing I can doTo show that I love youSee my laborTo show my neighborWhere life comes fromAnd that all can come Others are Reading Requiem for a Sock Ochre Grasses Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: Forgotten Knowledge Jet Black Jamar’s Meaning of Love It Fell Upon Me to Write This Epitaph Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name * Email * Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Prove You\'re Human * 7 − five =