Feb 2011
Dear God,
Anguish floods me,
but I know
this must happen.
My heart recoils
from it.
Please,
let the furnace consume
only dross;
and I pray
that dross is not
the fullness of me.
Or else I perish.
Anguish floods me,
but I know
this must happen.
My heart recoils
from it.
Please,
let the furnace consume
only dross;
and I pray
that dross is not
the fullness of me.
Or else I perish.
