Poem: The Hundred-First Psalm
A psalm of David.
The city of your love
sings through me
before you, My Lord
you hold my writing hand
that makes my living
creative act
won't you come to me?
I sit here in my house
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- David Rosenberg
The city of your love
sings through me
before you, My Lord
you hold my writing hand
that makes my living
creative act
won't you come to me?
I sit here in my house
( Collapse )
- David Rosenberg
