Thursday, January 29, 2015

The Space for Prayer

In a rebuke from a brother
There must be space for prayer
To know that words are said to build
And never meant to tear.

Words do quake to sound and speak
And yet I bid them mute and meek.
The heart itself must be revealed.
The statement signed, delivered, sealed.

When now no stone is left unturned
The humble brew does steep,
To learn what might be yet unlearned,
How wide, long, high and deep...

d.c.elliott 1/29/15

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