Sketching
How can I sketch my somberness
its own reveal
I sketch it in the end of winter's
grey congeal!
As looking for some life,
some Hope to feel
I sketch my own true sadness
its ordeal!
Forgetting but by moment's pausing peel,
I sketch some risk of being ashen, steel
in knowing consequence
I sketch conceal!
Not flaunting recompense,
nor asking meal
I sketch God's mercy still
from worthless steal!
I sketch my own verbatum
toward some skill
and sketching throughout grace
remember well ~
I sketched the time of love
its homing shield
and sketched a time of tell
prophetic real!
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