He gives us
Every morn
Our daily bread

And keeps it light
By having his sun
Rise in the yeast

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on April 28, 2012, in Guff, Poems and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Love that last line.


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