Monday, September 03, 2012

Poem a Day III


This stony heart, O Lord, to flesh return
and let the blood again through clear veins flow,
that I may beat with pulse of life and breathe
Your Spirit deep, like wind through brittle bones
thus made to live, as ancient prophet saw.
For I am stubborn in my foolish ways,
recalcitrant and petrified in ice,
and do not feel the warmth that kindles hearts
and undoes all the harm of Gorgon's curse
with grace demulcent and a mighty flame
that liquefies the heart turned granitoid.

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