Tim Torkildson's Clown Alley
The Poet Laureate of the New York Times Newsroom
Saturday, April 28, 2018
Mine errand
. . .
having first obtained mine errand from the Lord.
Jacob. Chapter One. Verse 17.
Some folk think that all they do
Is sanctified and must be true.
But I have found that many Saints
Could use a few polite restraints.
A kind word and a smile, you see,
Are needed more than prophecy.
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