Sunday, February 08, 2009

it is not my harvest; it is i who am harvested

how do i un-domesticate God
for he is feral not to be pinned
by my imaginings
harvested for my purpose

i smell the stars
taste the rumble of the sea
remember the perfect softness
of my god-daughter's beautiful
demands to be held
and i just know
with every breath
he is a wild God
infinitely
extravagant

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