God’s Involved And Not By Chance.

If I were a feather, I’d take you to the river;

Then the lake where I was made.

The lamentable sludge dwarf.

The emergent one, from primordial slime.

The chemists’ tingle at signs of evolution.

And the swollen seeds seep

As does dreamy sperm and toxic glands.

The four fathoms from which

I evolved, then drowned,

Are locked in Gods heart.

Now I live like a kite,

Dancing to his Will.

He holds my string

Yet I am strangely free.

No longer a beggar.

Christopher Thompson

June 18 2014