nature’s humility

A willowy ghost shrouds the sick and old
The sounds of suffering in children smitten 
For they see in the ages men so bold 
Cynical tones mocking time of what’s hidden 
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O Lord that giveth this body diseased 
Like a crumpled letter at the Lord’s step 
The ages have brought these tired lungs a wheeze 
Into the corners of a black widow’s web
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For a child that teaches an adult the way 
On a path that brings light upon darkened streets 
Is a child for whom the Lord brings to pray 
Upon an old oak chair marked by nature’s creaks 
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Such that the new replaces antiquity 
Be remembered as nature’s humility