Friday, December 7, 2012


Scrape me small, O God,
   across your great
      mercy; your terrible
    and tender hands
       pressing down
            upon my hard heart,
               clod of clay
            crumbling through
                 wire crosses
                     of a seive,
                    baptised again,
                          with every

1 comment:

Annah said...

Thank you for increasing the height and depth, length and breadth of the word "yes" for me.