Lord, I am your creative contradiction,
With porous boundaries
Among my sin and my spirit,
May your illocutions reassure me.
Share with me your thoughts,
That I might chew every page to the bone,
Drink the last drop of every story,
And enjoy the fragrance of your promise.
Land my earthly flight,
Lay me gently in the ground,
Cover me with holy sheets,
And bring me home.
March 22, 2023
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