Too often I have been too deep for the humans; pouring out words until spent.
Yielding no results –I persist for the Lord for it’s He that has made me hellbent.
Disunite from collective who I failed to illumine; turn to persons who for me really meant
the world in the singular, love flows in the plural — my cup be perpetually full –ne’er a dent.
By: Rita Campese –You May Not Know Me
Goaskrita Published December 2016