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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