The Tardy Cherub

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Cupid snoozed—his alarm betrayed, Wings askew, his bow mislaid. Love showed up a moment late, Blushing, breathless, tempting fate. Turns out hearts still fell just fine— Even tardy arrows hit on time.

"You Jonah"

"And Jonah stalked
to his shaded seat
and waited for god
to come around
to his way of thinking
and God is still waiting for a host of Jonahs
in their comfortable houses
to come around
to his way of loving."

--From Thomas Carlisle’s poem “You Jonah”

[If anyone knows where I can find the full text of this poem, please contact me.]

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