Who can hold me up by falling asleep against my back?
Who can bear to single out my rare unselfish acts?

When God abandons me or when I send Him from my side,
who lays magic hands upon my heart and weary mind?

What uncommon soul could find its place beside this wretch,
whose fantastic pursuits yield little more than ash and stench?

What saint possesses the patience to abide such a haggard beast?
What grace has led her gentle hand to comb my ragged fleece?

Indeed, she can. Indeed, she does. Indeed, he prays she will
endure all time and soothe the night like sugar in warm milk.

07/14/2009

Posted on 07/14/2009
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