by Marijo Phelps
3/14/2009 / Poetry
Needles of thought prick my head
Until even the sawdust of my brain
Through threads of memories
Tightly woven and interwoven
The tiny dart probes.
In and out so fast that
I barely have time to focus
Upon the tapestry they continue to weave.
I regret only
That my hands are not quicker
To draw the picture in writing
That the flashing needles of thought
Upon my mind.
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Saved by His grace in 1974, from 9 years of professing atheism into His loving arms. RN for 23 years, missionary with YWAM then statistical analyst for Every Home for Christ over 9 years. Living with my husband in the middle of a mountain meadow. GRIN! Wanting to spread the good news
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