With wine and being lost, with
less and less of both:
I rode through the snow, do you read me
I rode God far--I rode God
near, he sang,
it was
our last ride over
the hurdled humans.
They cowered when
they heard us
overhead, they
wrote, they
lied our neighing
into one of their
image-ridden languages.
Tags: poetry god language wine nearness
The further from one another, the nearer one can be.
August StrindbergTags: distance relationships nearness
Wide awake to the presence of God, I realized I had been so focused on asking why a good God allowed bad things to happen that I was missing out on the nearness of God all along. In becoming preoccupied with the why, I was missing the who.
Margaret FeinbergPage 1 of 1.
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