What is my golden calf, oh Rescuer,
Or do I have many?
Pieces, perhaps, of things I once knew,
Still in their places ready to fuse and use,
When I, the refuser, have tired of waiting
For You.
© 2002 Bob Mason
About Me
- PBobM
- I pay attention. I pay attention to people, to nature, to beauty, to politics, to God, to music, to culture, to thought, to so many things . . . except when I don't. On Twitter: @varipoet
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