Poems Or What Happens When I Can't Think In Prose for Wednesday, November 24, 2004

Wednesday, November 24, 2004

Not Yet, O Lord, Not Yet

Not yet O Lord Not yet Stay your advent for we are not prepared Our hearts have grown cold Our faith grown dim and we won't be able to bear your majesty's light. Not yet O Lord, not yet. Wait another millenium or two for we are not prepared.. The fig tree has no fruit The garden has no blossoms and... Sign in to see full entry.

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