The Desk
Poetry — Daily Poetry for The Master of Works #36
Published in
Sep 15, 2022
A pivot of all my stumblings
Upon Thy spirit’s pedestal stands erect:
Not just great timber or polished edifice,
But a firm ground of Thy marvellous spirit.
All Thy works into me pour and relish,
Like dreams cast into a waking hour of Thy bliss.
