Friday, July 12, 2019

Mr. Miracle

You write the truth more
than you know. Floors clean
themselves with dirty, lean
words. If those who adore

you, read your work aloud,
you’d be in their consciousness—
around the world. Blessedness
is a gift not given. I’m proud

to know you. Keep your
Texan privacy. Cheap are
words said in vain. Bar
talk goes down drains. Bore

no one. Heap love on
mercy needers. We all
need mercy. Above all,
a greater heart beats on.


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