AT MY TABLE; ALONE
My table Lord
has just one chair
alone I PRAY
while sitting there.
Men will judge
without known fact
forgive them Lord
for their attack.
This silent world
where I now live
allows a deeper
love to give.
Afflictions teach
a new wisdom
until the end
I overcome.
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Having become late deafened, I now use poetry as a form of bridging the comm. barrier.
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