Sunday, January 15, 2012

 
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Harvest from me what is usable
and burn the rest.
Anything of value in me,
what's good, what's best,
is yours anyway. I fail the test.
With all my weakness, my selfish will,
try as I might,
it's only the power of love that helps me
get small things right.
So empty me of vain desires, self-centered views.
Let me be for you a broken field; take what you can use.

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