Small Prayer
Elizabeth Spires
If my heart were scoured,
if my soul were remade
into a new and shining garment,
then would I have to die?
Lord, if perfection is death,
let me stay here
a little while longer,
spotted and stained.
Sunday, February 28, 2016
Another Small Prayer From Another Source
My previous prayerful outpourings were not inspired by this, but it is a bang-up prayer, originally from The Atlantic's poetry section.
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