of trinkles and glue
a collection of short poems.
Sunday, March 5, 2017
prayer of disorientation
I've been bruised in Your holy places
Been wandering in Egypt
That desert
Where my prayers never return from captivity
Or am I so blind, deaf and lame
That I cannot hear Your
Still
Small
Voice
So come to me in the burning bush
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