Where dreams are
under the tears of stars,
my eyes brittle brightsome;
child-like manner-aforetime adult scars.
"And as I look above,
cleared of thoughts-vile of ourselves
wrestling the mind in mud;
think of your God, for as His purity
...shall I too think in His ways"
So did she say;
torn out title cover of her bible at hand.
Sunday school teachers taught my
infanthood lessons, still in adulthood.
Jul 12, 2022
Jul 12, 2022 at 3:27 AM UTC
Where dreams are
under the tears of stars,
my eyes brittle brightsome;
child-like manner-aforetime adult scars.
"And as I look above,
cleared of thoughts-vile of ourselves
wrestling the mind in mud;
think of your God, for as His purity
...shall I too think in His ways"
So did she say;
torn out title cover of her bible at hand.
Sunday school teachers taught my
infanthood lessons, still in adulthood.
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