FLESH&BONE
FLESH&BONE
FLESH &
BONE
The tissue in which the heart beats
was and is woven by
You.
Your mark is on everything and everything demonstrates your craftsmanship.
This is true.
Our breathing is dependent upon your breath.
All reality is contingent upon your voice.
You spoke into nothing
and what we hear is
now.
We finite creatures can never fully comprehend this, but I’m grateful for what I apprehend,
the revelation you’ve given.
We can only grasp at concepts that are never close
to being all of You.
How could we?
All we can say
Is “wow”
And be wowed.
The world and all its mysteries are all wrapped up in your infinite song.
If I don’t start with this truth
I'll be blue;
projecting what I hate about myself
onto You.
Only understanding a world I’ve created-playing make believe
-Reduced to absurdity,
never coming
to The Truth.
What is
real.
