Book of Matthew Chapter Seventeen Verse Thirteen

Everyday time awakens unto the same old scenes.... With our honey as locusts meals and camel hair dreams Saying yes, Lord, but even the dogs eat at crumbs which fall Aneath their Master's table: 'O woman, your faith is strong; thus Be it as you will ? Gathering mustard seeds from atop her mountains Cast, into this churning sea: chasing his chaff, unto their edge of another Horizon rising about love's crest piercing sickles to carry away an age gone by.