sweeping

Lady Poverty
came into my room
Bearing only
a smile and a broom

Her eyes met mine
but She had nothing to say
So busy sweeping
my words away

How my heart wished
She might stay for a while
But She left me alone here
with Christ and a smile.

~Cheryl Anne

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