Week of May 29, 2017

Trusting I Will Know

If I were a sculptor
which I am and
my material was flesh and bone

the day to day mundane,
what would I…have I…
shaped of this thus far?

Chipping away non-angel slivers
molding with not always nimble fingers
trust and hope and in despair

keep on shaping…shaping…trusting
I will know what is too much,
what is enough.

Margaret Dubay Mikus
© 2013

From Thrown Again into the Frazzle Machine

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