I celebrate my time
which I’m given from
that which I do not
know under the sun.
A book calls me dust
with life I am sewed
by an all ever present
God I’ve tried know.
Am I kneeling for it,
pain overcome by me,
it ruminates sunk in
oozes pride I’ve relief.
Elliptical forming arc
throwing around a sun
this sphere now I see
what I know undone.
Mute has our God been
I question my purpose.
The pain within it turns
and rises up to surface.
Conquering beasts see
we have been a plague
of bones that do break
with hearts full of rage.
All I’ve known is raw
visceral emotion stain
the inside my head I
in mirrors am so vain.
I do myself talk in my
head saying God dead.
I do not think it exact;
but him forgot instead.
Some words do remind
me I do find wind up in
the rafters happily ever
afters now see me sin.
As I move forward I do
remind myself so divine
are mysteries I breathe
that a book does define.
Words of hallelujah and
words speaking of peace.
Words that humble fires
that arise in me a beast.
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