Camilla Keenan Koch
Apostalry - Poem by Camilla Keenan Koch
I do not merely want to know if my word calls out
I want to know to whom it calls
Let the worth of thine apostles be the measure of thy works.
I do not know who I belong to
I scarcely know who I am
I only know the voice that I chase
It puts its claws into that to which it belongs
I follow, somehow
always two steps behind.
Turn your face to God
and wait for clouds.
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