Friday, September 15, 2023

Divine Stanzas

Poetry brought me to prayer.
I would show you how, but I'm selfish with God.
I want to keep God all to myself.

So pray.

It will be my unwritten poetry.

Give me God.

I give you poetry.

And we can pray together.




-CH

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