(No. 50)The First of July
The latest I hoped to wait befalls today,
A tremulous month on call for God’s great acts.
Yet here I sit a steward in want of a jewel,
In wait of permission to publish.
I scroll the work to see if it stands as is,
Yet find a bug to pinch or a word to turn
In sign—my fleece—that God asks me yet to wait—
With scriptures dancing lively in concern.
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