Poem

Perspective

We are small in bodies
that sculpt perception
with the clay of memory.

We cannot look around the corner.
Mismeasure is our ken,
improvisation our best hope.

God enjoys full presence
and cannot be surprised.
God will never get a joke.

Somehow that makes me feel better.



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