He can shake the ground beneath me
And I can still walk the geodesic line of the earth.
He can take the mounds from mountain tops
And with incredible ease
Hurl them like meteor streams
As I dance around them in mirth,
Scattering like the rhythm of these words.
Perhaps, that is His plan all along:
To instruct my scattered movements
Like the stray sheep being chased
By the dog back to the herd.
I have wandered out before
On a sporadic course
To distant lands and empty vales
Stirring up my own tall tales,
But in the end I end up
At the same conducted source.
Is inspiration nothing more
Than direction from Heaven's door?
- Alexander McCurdy
5 comments:
psychic.
hit the sheep. save the roses.
kill people, save the world?
you are brilliant, anonymous.
do you even know what geodesic means alex....
I think using words like "geodesic" and "mirth" made me really like this.
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