Praise #15

With what minde can I looke

at Thee And judge Thy least of

intention? A human mind little more

than an ant’s, and much less in

many ways. The ant does not judge Thee,

but goeth his way, thus will I not

neither, but praise you this day.

When, O Lord, can I step

back from the edge of chaotic

tedium, soulish turmoil, murmuring

and riling, offering up

my plaintive soul to the highest

bidder? shall I not go,

no indeed, tis not mind

Who is our king, cloaked in scarlet

The rage of nations boiling over

Deniers in a loose-fitting noose, hardly

noticeable at market prices; scratching our King

with thorns of hating pride, loving

to deride; even as the trap door groaneth

O King, come now and save

About Pete Mladineo

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