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.


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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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