What God Says
I place before you a bowl of evidence
but will never make you eat
Chance is what you’re up against,
and the only is of me you’ll meet
You can pray until your tongue expires
and never know my heart’s desire
I roll the future out mysteriously,
you trace my trail of crumbs through mires
You profusely write of who I am
as if I were like you a man
You cannot know the I of me
unless you crack the I of thee
In the light and in the gloom
I beat a drum and hum your tune
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by Jim Culleny
1/24/14