Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Wings of a Hen

Just to nestle here
Neath your outstretched wings
And to leave a while
All the push and shove
For the fox is near
For disastrous things
And would kill the hen
And would quench the love.
But you take your place
Come what may you say
With your shelter calm
Not with tooth or claw.
And you shield me through
The tumultuous day
Though such harmlessness
Seems to some a flaw.

(Luke 13: 34)

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