Light Showers

Three Vignettes

Prudence

Love is hot and bright and good,
But I'm afraid of fire;
My heart's more flammable than wood -
My soul is on the pyre.

Prodigal

I have humbled myself and crumbled myself,
And scattered myself abroad;
Chunks for some, and scraps for others,
But hardly a crumb for God.

Slow Learner

My heart is one to grieve and yearn;
Its only word, "Return! Return!"
I wish that I could somehow train
Its lisping love to say "Remain!"

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