Patti Masterman


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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  • Diane Hine (4/12/2012 7:36:00 PM)


    Wise words, great advice. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 12, 2012



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