Tuesday, May 09, 2017

arm twist

In His way, we crisscross,
run in circles,
and sometimes try to cut distances
without inching towards destiny.
With our finite wisdom
we word our prayers
to craftily tweak
His arm or will.
Rambling on,
in vain to be heard;
To His words
we seldom pay any heed.
Messed mediators.
Multiple media.
Yet we fail to read,
what lies in between.

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