Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Isn't it just like You



I  bend the knee,
position  hands
to worship
but,

it's bare boned and,
half-hearted,

it's skeletal and,
sparse.

My eyes, they bend away-
shifting, turning,

distracted,

divided.

Isn't it just like you,

then,

to turn things upside-down

and,

inside out,

to make it all about,

 me,

instead.

I cough out words-

you return manna.

Praise weakly proffered-

circles back as worth wrapped

and,

I'm found,

bound

by grace.
      











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