Too perfect and beautiful not to share, even though I've run it before.
A Short Testament
by Anne Porter
Whatever harm I may have done
In all my life in all your wide creation
If I cannot repair it
I beg you to repair it,
And then there are all the wounded
The poor the deaf the lonely and the old
Whom I have roughly dismissed
As if I were not one of them.
(Read the rest here, at The Writer's Almanac. You really have to experience the final lines of the poem.)
The Poetry Friday round up is at Anastasia Suen's blog, Poet! Poet!