POEM: One small request

Your word that releases rolling hills of forests

From a tiny dried up seed,

And fills the earth with abundant fresh air for us--

An impressive feat indeed.

Your word that takes a writhing worm,

Pulls apart its pieces in a shell

To emerge with painted wings and forms

Your power to change, an impressive sell

So, cannot that prodigious word,

Reach a single quiet space and start

to shift invisible instincts

In this one, sinful heart.


Ross, climb this mountain with fiery plume

Learn every moment to surrender

"You are my servant, Israel, in whom

I will display my splendor"

(from Isaiah 49:3)


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