What I’ve been granted, I now render back,
Lest hoarding find what’s given me I lack; For seeds unpaid to earth can never sprout, And faith unshared shades surely into doubt. No blessing’s kept that’s harbored secretly, Yet how it grows when spread abundantly. |
Blessings Flow
from A Fountain on the Margins : mostly new poems, 1st ed., Sep. 2009.
1st web edition posted 10/27/2009.
Published by Fleabonnet Press.
©
2008-2009 by
Brian Kunde.