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Poem 15: Patience

Lord you are
astoundingly
other

yet, Lord
you are so
familiar

you comprehend
the pain of the ant
and know which
plants are toxic
to cats.

Lord, we are
dirty and
compelled

weed our garden, God
and give our hearts patience
to see the sun shine.
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