Still Thy Leprous Tongues Poem by David Kowalczyk
Still Thy Leprous Tongues
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And all the angels,
the winged wonders
wandering in the wind,
wonder:
'Where will you sleep?
What will still your hunger? '
I tell them:
'Hush. My bed is made
of dreams and prayers,
and my bread is made of faith.'
'Something about you makes us
feel like Easter, ' the angels reply,
their hands no longer fists.
Thursday, December 20, 2007
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