Thursday, November 6, 2008

Darwin's Quilt

(King David's Crown)

The skies may be blue,
The sun golden,
All's right in our world.

Yet still clouds
Fleetingly, or
Add texure,

Like King David of old ,
We pass through joy.
We gather sorrow.
We reach for our crown.

My prayer for you,
As you wrap ywouself
In King David's crown,
Know you are beloved.

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