As The Broom Sweeps Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

As The Broom Sweeps



As the broom sweeps
I will this thought to sweep
The cobwebs and the dust
And dark
And light will usher in
Weak white at first:
Then grow
Glow with suffering
Slow
Sure
Towards the Zenith.

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