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Glaring

This dazzling light overwhelms us.
Having come here to be somebody,
We realize we’re nobody.

We drink to feel right,
To feel godliness we fail to realize,
In this city where God is always right before our eyes.

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David Vaszko God and Religion, San Francisco Poems Leave a comment June 12, 2022June 11, 2022 1 Minute
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  • Baseball Poems (74)
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  • Essay on Freedom (1)
  • God and Religion (32)
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  • Letters to Jim (62)
  • mental health (2)
  • Midtown Sacramento (30)
  • Post by Voice (50)
  • Sacramento poems (42)
  • Sacramento Trees (13)
  • San Francisco Poems (45)
  • The Lovers (1)
  • The President Speaks (32)
  • Uncategorized (14)
  • Women and Men (19)

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Letters to Jim

These posts are letters David wrote to his deceased brother. Jim died in 1990. Click the link under Categories above.

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