David Kowalczyk - Still Thy Leprous Tongues

And all the angels,
the winged wonders
wandering in the wind,
wonder:


'Where will you sleep?
What will still your hunger? '


I tell them:
'Hush. My bed is made
of dreams and prayers,
and my bread is made of faith.'


'Something about you makes us
feel like Easter, ' the angels reply,
their hands no longer fists.

David Kowalczyk

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