Thursday, September 24, 2015

Psalm 347

I shall sing of you
in the eve and setting sun,
in the morning light,
in the midday heat
and Oh! the squirrels scold me
for my intrusion,
my audacity
that I lift my voice to you
who they hold so dear.

‎February ‎5, ‎2011 7:00 AM

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