Saturday, March 12, 2016

A window, a dusk,

Looking out of the window
When I see the strings and stripes and ribbons
Of red, gold, blue, spread out on the canvas
Of dusk,

I think that's where Thou hath left me
To be sunk into thy kindness,

There I find my all rumblings
Gathered like floats of cottony clouds,

Don't know whether they have gone there
And fell as rains upon your roof,

But to me, they are part of my Love
For you.

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