What God Says

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I place before you a bowl of evidence
but will never make you eat

Chance is what you’re up against:
the only is of me you meet

You can pray until your tongue expires
and never know my heart’s desire

I roll the future out mysteriously,
you trace my trail of crumbs through mires

You profusely write of who I am
as if I were like you a man

You cannot know the I of me
unless you crack the I of thee

In the light and in the gloom
I beat a drum and hum your tune
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by Jim Culleny
1/24/14

 

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by Jim Culleny
1/24/14

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