Monday, September 17, 2018

imperfect

I learned
how to walk on water.
turn water
into wine.
I raised the dead,
made the crippled
walk again
gave sight to the blind.
I even moved
a mountain with my
mustard seed
faith,
but that's not enough,
is it?
as I look at
the clock, leaving
you waiting,
late once again.

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