Thursday 14 March 2013

For Netta

Oh my life, how I love you,
Unmanageable, relentlessly questing.
No frame could contain the
ambition of daring God himself
to fashion you into his image.
Jesus Christ man, you should
have known it would mean
the end of all you ever thought
or believed, that you would find
yourself, on some eternal shore,
bewildered of all, but Him.

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