Book of Matthew Chapter Seventeen Verse Thirteen
Everyday time awakens unto the same old scenes....
With our honey as locusts meals and camel hair dreams
Saying yes, Lord, but even the dogs eat at crumbs which fall
Aneath their Master's table: 'O woman, your faith is strong; thus
Be it as you will ? Gathering mustard seeds from atop her mountains
Cast, into this churning sea: chasing his chaff, unto their edge of another
Horizon rising about love's crest piercing sickles to carry away an age gone by.
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