Le ruego, “Colmame, Señor.”
Me responde,
“Viértete todo.”

Como harina de tortillas
vertida del talego grande
en bolsas pequeñitas
se rebosan, y aunque se zarande,
no se lo contienen el mayor parte.


This is day 9 of Labia Munda, a series of forty poems during the forty days of Lent. 

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