What small desires I have. <br />How miniscule, how puny they are; <br />So simple, when taken separately, <br />Yet they gather, great in number, <br />Multiplied hourly in a chaotic, mumbling <br />Fugue of a million themes— <br />And I but one in a choir— <br />Until I cry out <br />O God, how great your power, <br />To be able steadfastly to ignore <br />Such cacophony.<br /><br />Gary Witt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-help-in-ages-past/
