April 29–May 5 ❘ All Beggars
All Beggars
Less than dust,
I scrape, scratch,
grub for something to fill
more than stomach
more than a day.
I plead and pray,
woo and worry the Lord.
He pours in, coaxes out
till I unfurl like flower
toward warmth and light,
then He turns, tips
my vision earthward
where others still search,
still hope like so many seeds
to sprout in the sun.
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