Poems Or What Happens When I Can't Think In Prose for Saturday, September 4, 2004

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Saturday, September 4, 2004

A Convert's Prayer

I drag my feet to your altar weary uneven steps shuffling my arthritis is really a pain. I kneel on one knee before your image I do homage O Virgin, most pure, undefiled. Just a poor wretch am I with years of sin behind me listen to my prayer. Help me find rest for my weary feet Let this lost soul... Sign in to see full entry.

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