Praise #14


Ye, O God, are too good to me

Better even than a moment ago

My adoration grows still

I could have been destroyed or mutilated

Unborn

A wildebeest

writhing

in the jaws of a lion

 

I am Your low subject instead

bowing lower than

the grave

All that I have

gives glory

to You, O Lord

 

A loving wife, a gentle day,

a long draught of hope

forming shadows

that loom

in the valleys of clouds

passing from one world unto the next

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