Quatrain

Posted byMatthew PullarPosted inDevotional, PoetryTags:, , , ,
From a day of wandering and buzzing,
My thoughts tangled up in their thrall,
With vines of coiled hopes faintly budding –
Dear God, straighten me; be my all.

Published by Matthew Pullar

Teacher, writer, blogger, husband, father, Christian. Living in Wyndham in Melbourne's west, on the land of the Kulin Nation. Searching for words to console and feed hearts and souls.

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