Lord, I am even less worthy than a dog to gather the
crumbs of abundancy from Your Holy Table in the Church;
for the dogs, even those of low or no breeding, are always
grateful; whereas I, Your most incompetent servant, am
often too forgetul to speak a single word of thanks.
J-Called
The irony of mandkind well expressed here.
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Thanks. This poem emerged
Thanks. This poem emerged from one off the best early morning prayer sessions I have had in the five years I have been ill.
J-Called [fka Starward]