12:45 am
9/2/2015
Home
Bushwick, Brooklyn NY
Blow forth
your breath
Your servant
is subdued
This lowly reed
Knows nothing
else
But to bend
At Your soft
breeze
The wildflowers
May soon gather
Underneath me
But those weeds
Will never grasp
My deep
seated roots
Blow forth
your breath
Your servant
is subdued
Grant this
lowly reed
Restful
stillness
In times of disorder
And cunning tempest
Displace not
My diffident
core
To parched land
For I choose
to be fixed
Only in Your
resolute
And sturdy ground
