How familiar, the words intoned
If this is your will, oh God…,
so begins the prayer
an unanswered question
of fact, of faith;
left on His altar, at the rail,
part of the plan of the potter
shaped, turned, turning
revealed, as always
in God’s time alone
May 11, 2009
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