[nothing]
not the death
i fear,
or the one
i long for;
[nothing can]
not the life
i sleepwalk through,
or the one
i fantasize about;
[nothing can separate]
not the hubris
that carries me
to the top of Mt. Arrogance,
or the skeptics
who push me
into the Sea of Doubt;
[nothing can separate me]
not the foolish choices
that tripped me up
yesterday,
or the terrors
i imagine
lurking in tomorrow;
nothing can keep us apart,
God-as-close-as-my-breath:
nothing
sheol
nada
gehenna
not a thing
not even
me . . .
(c) 2008 Thom M. Shuman
Friday, July 25, 2008
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