Tuesday, March 29, 2011

from the diary of an old soul


 Lord, in thy spirit's hurricane, I pray,      
 Strip my soul naked—dress it then thy way.      
 Change for me all my rags to cloth of gold.      
 Who would not poverty for riches yield?      
 A hovel sell to buy a treasure-field?      
 Who would a mess of porridge careful hold      
 Against the universe's birthright old?
        ~George MacDonald

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