posted by K Carter Steeves
This is a time of wondering
what soft cloud can conviction find
Where is the day of deliverance
When will the sun shine
You move in wonder through my dreams
the morning light a blessing on what seems
so far, so true, not dwelling here
a song, a dish, a broom swept up in forms along the way
the madness blessed at the dimming of the day
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