Tuesday, February 19, 2013

 Photo: Sun on Snow

Can it be the imperfection of my soul
has caused thy hand of peace to be withdrawn?
Ah no, I think, for such do healers tend,
and not the one of perfect health, and sound.
My pain it is, my feebleness to stand,
will draw the eye of mercy to my plight;
and it is I must trust and wait in pain
until his coming shines into the night.

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