A Little Dust

Poem By Sarah Andrews Stark

Who am I, so small betwixt the earth and sky,
To give advice to other men, to answer why,
To smile serenely on my way, to say my way is right?
I am so small compared to all the others in God's sight.
Who am I, to judge the way of other weary feet,
To call one friend, to turn then from another that I meet,
To be annoyed at a fault that I should chance to spy?
Compared to all that God has made, I'm asking, Who am I?

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