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,
The poem fits the winter season and the approaching end of the year, a time for taking stock. In the poem, Porter repents, confesses, desires to make amends, and calls for help where she cannot.
Read the rest at the website. It's lovely.
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