Bring that cloak… [i] for I cross horizons far from the known my sense of mission only thing I own Except for that sturdy well-made cloak… so thick and strong against winds and soak as I go along When you come bring that small piece of hearth and world I knew, the cost not its worth, – and some news of home, too Christ chose us to send to the ends of the earth to deliver his word we are the first that his Body has heard I will find my Lord in every face and port and other cloaks a-plenty from every man and sort as I do work at tenting My old cloak will be lost my spirit spring unbent, when I reach the end and I will have spent all that I can spend (2000s) [i] 2 Timothy 4:13 – “When you come, bring the cloak I left with Carpus in Troas, the papyrus rolls, and especially the parchments .…” Comments are closed.
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Poems by Janet
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von Gumppenberg | Meet me at the Passage |
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