I am keeper of the field
The wholesome wheat
And weed
Strange bedfellows
That must await
The harvest
And its consequence
In its own time
And not before
However intent
I may be
On perfection
I hope not
For a mansion
In heaven
Enough for me
A humble hut
Inside the gate
Where Justice Divine
With Mercy meets
My misery
Magnificat be the song
That's borne
And sung into
Infinity
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