Falling Plum Poetry
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Of Psalm 51 and Broken Arms
I wear my brokenness
before me...always...
reminding me
of my frailty,
forcing me
to step carefully
and watch
for obstacles
in my path--
reminding me
of my perpetual dependence.
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