Saturday, October 31, 2015

Who in the world I am

Who in the world I am                                                                            

The veneer is peeling away,
the finish worn bare,

the glue stiffened into ineffectuality –
I’m coming apart at the seams.

Existence is running everywhere ahead
of my disheartened imagination,  

never for the life of me accepting the idea
of a truth forever beyond my grasp;

an ignorance that not only belongs to me
but which is inescapably who in the world I am.

O child of God, pray that such an imposed humility
might somehow lead to a deeper encounter.

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