There’s no primitive
Jungle to evangelize
In my kitchen sink,
But to talk to all
The others, you’d think
I’m cashing in truth
For dishes. But then You
Remind me that as much
As I’m not them, they’re not me,
Given to bouts of dancing in ink
And staining paper with Your
Love that gave me paper
And dishes in the first place.
Ericka Clay 
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