How human
are you?
How much humus has held your hands?
Has grasped your gasp
and silenced your sound?
How divine
are we?
How much Holy holds us dear?
Has faith quenched fear,
or peace produced tear?
yet we turn, turn, turn.
call out " turn!"
turn the tables
and turbulent
thoughts.
lost.
but, human, you were,
for a season,
for a time.
but, gods, we are not.
for some reason,
that tends to thought.
How shall blending then pursue?
for in you, there was,
and always shall be,
remnant.
renewal.
reconcile.
r e c o n c i l e.
bring the two which could not be brought together.
make them one.
Is this not love?
how then,
shall we grow?
My God, My God,
show me
what I need
to believe
today.
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