The more foolish I know myself to be
the wiser I seem.
For then my words are not fully mine.
I take the breath, but He exhales.
I man the tiller, but He sends me
in discourses of gale and wonder
throughout the wide yards of the sea.
the wiser I seem.
For then my words are not fully mine.
I take the breath, but He exhales.
I man the tiller, but He sends me
in discourses of gale and wonder
throughout the wide yards of the sea.