A Mustard Seed is a Funny Thing
Poetry, if not in form, in matter
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Binding
Our knots undone by our Lady's hands,
As our foundations wash like sand,
but Christ, by him no chains are rent,
he but takes from them their consequence.
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