32.  A Lone Conduit

Can you fault me for all

the wrong I set aside

like coins I seek to bury?

You give me all the life

in all the world

And expect me to raise

it like the others,

With their minds on motherhood

And making a good impression.

And I'm over here lost in coins

And hopeless thoughts,

Not understanding what You've

Always understood from the start.

That I am but a vessel for Your

Love, a lone conduit, a feckless

Motor that can only pour

Outward when I'm focused

inward on You.

I don’t know how to write

Poems about goodness

Because goodness

Has always seemed

Gone.

But I do know a bit

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