Peter Menkin - May 21, 2005
For a long time
weeks,
day by day,
a month,
years...
I set out to be
friend of God.
There is darkness now,
at this hour.
The night tells me,
who chooses. Even if
I await
the morning and call
daystar, Oh, Lord,
this is a day you made,
I realize now
my temerity and ignorance.
You choose, and You are
the friend
to me, man.
Humility recognized. God is all.
The poet reads in audio the poem, here:
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