2007-04-29 8:26 a.m.

i have managed, in this time of oceans and mountains,
to break both of my legs and fall still. the god
that had forsaken me found me through force, crumpling,
given up to journey, and home became

something that i could not arrange, a car window and the rush of world, surrounding.


when jesus comes again, all might and glory
and reflection,

tell him
that many lambs went down, in wanting and in trenches, and were never carried home, their master there to save them. tell him,
that many lambs have left him, have learned to walk again, unshaken.

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