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Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Honey from the Rock

Daily
in my ignorance
I demand a thousand
things
destructive to Your Glory
and my Good which are
the same.
Sovereignly
And in Your Grace
You decline dogmatic
and heretical 
requests for peace,
for portions thought enough,
prosperity in all my ways-
until I should, with bloody hands
from beating on the floor
raised empty, desperate in the silence
ask for nothing but Yourself.  

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