A Mustard Seed is a Funny Thing
Poetry, if not in form, in matter
Friday, December 31, 2010
O, Prayer, thou dost work too well.
Humility, please grace my lips and make me slur
and make me stumble and make me sure
to lose the profits of my work
and to fall right into my own dirt.
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