Tediousness the Limbs and Outward Flourishes
Sunday, September 14, 2014
For Now We See Through a Glass, Darkly
The mind sees but with bifocaled eye
(its apple rotting, worm infested)
now one part crisp--
the other brown.
Carve upon my heart,
O Lord,
thy law, thy gospel--
thy God-breathed eyechart--
that where I fail in sight
I cheat by faith.
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