God’s eyes
In my mind’s arena
percolation pervades,
The past ness of the past
like a stinging bee,
buzz around, the past
does not leave me,
foraying and barging
into the happening
present, me, undaunted,
surfacing into the future,
diving into inlets,
hazardous ,foamy paths
that inroad into you,
believing God’s ever
watchful eyes would
pry around to protect.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
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