You the Word
entrusted it to us
but we reduced it
to a shirt empty
of soul and love.
“Words for words
and still other words...
Love where is your church...”
the poet’s complaint.
But who will listen
to Your own complaint
that we have betrayed Your love
and talk endless twaddle?
29 Jul. 2004
Thursday, March 20, 2008
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