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What would he want of me,for if I come to ask so big a thing,what can I bring? read more »
Cupped behind my breathas I labour through my days is a pausethat feels like an interruptionuntil I let its slow measurewash in like a wave.It is He, read more »
When I come into your presence with soft feetyour joy at my attending fills my cupand floors the roadI tread upon.Yet some days drag heavy with read more »
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