Can the Grain Be Saved
I am an island unto myself
I toil not
I reap
but I do not sow
caught in a snare of thorns and thistles
my roots have decayed
a nightmarish dream with no beginning or ending
can I delay judgement?
as the winds blow away the chaff
can the grain be saved?
Copyright © David Cathey | Year Posted 2019
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