replete

my God
how great
Thou art
how great
Thou
art
as squatting
'neath
Thy cosmic dome
a million stars deep
as
wide
I struggle
'gainst
the sins of pride
and
fear
for on this
august night
as flecks of dust
do striking make
a slash
across
Your
firmanent
I am
enriched
enthralled
empauled
just waiting
for mine
endtime

replete



Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2007-08-26 at 12:31

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