Look inward
in the heart
of gold of mine
put shoulder
to wheel in spin
and roll away
the stone so
unforgiving
chop wood carry
water proclaim
the Good News
a new cup of
wonder passed
to sip as if a
puff in the hood
tales of loaves
and fishes are
understood as much
as tales of great
Ulysses a day
in the life
of redemption
to heed the call
and sing my soul
impossible dreams
cannot be seen
be not deceived
love’s in need
of little mercies
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