'Till Juices Run Clear

When chicken is cooked, the juices run clear;
It’s done through and through, so dinner is near;
So too with these bits of poetry here –
I know that I’m done, when juices run clear.

Each day that I live, encountering God,
In midst of my life on this frozen sod,
I find I get battered and bruised in the day –
Through poems emerge more excellent ways –

That I could approach each moment within
The context I live, as each day begins;
Lord open my eyes as dawn now appears –
Help me see my way, for juices run clear.

Thanks Lord for this.

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