B. I. S. C. Miranda Poetry
Sunday, January 21, 2018
Like Lilies of the Field
You search me and you know me,
You've seen me,
You've heard me,
and you're still here.
In my weakness, you showed patience.
In my hunger, you satisfied.
In my troubles, you consoled
and beckoned me. Where?
To be determined.
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