Too lots
these lights. Bats
can’t do their gnat trick
bit. Too course
these foods, too bruised
the fruit, blacked the view
Too fierce these fueds
Too true: all sinned,
too sinned, all, and sinning—
too new, too broke too lost this you
too hellbent on winning. Too under the age
too slave
too pain too full
O Lord
Too tired the workers
worked the harvesters
and too few
Originally published in Reformed Journal, 2023-02-14.
