Like a great eye in the heaven looking at a hermit hut my God sees inside my little wall and only He knows whether I do His will In the provided loneness of my hut-like self I listen or don’t listen clean or don’t clean build or don’t build grow or don’t grow pray or don’t pray serve or don’t serve love or don’t love and no other hermit knows He looks where no one else can see He hears where no one else can hear He speaks where no one else can speak He loves where no one else can love Before he sends me to my neighbor (1990s) Comments are closed.
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Poems by Janet
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