Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Hurling Meteors at Sheep

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


Anonymous said...


hit the sheep. save the roses.

Alex McCurdy said...

kill people, save the world?
you are brilliant, anonymous.

hayley said...
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WritersChoices said...

do you even know what geodesic means alex....

Gypsy said...

I think using words like "geodesic" and "mirth" made me really like this.