Do Not Sift Things Until Nothing Is Left - Poem by Patti Masterman
Do not sift things until nothing is left,
Until the germ has fallen through, with the kernel,
And the husk has settled down in the dust;
Discernment is not dismembering-
And affection, not belated trust.
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