He appeared as a light
An airy spectacle
in an ordinary space
He was elusive and
remains that way
Trying to catch him
he only smiles and charms
Dangling
a portion
of what lies dormant in me
Must I turn over and over again
to grasp that which is within?
Must I covet that which I already posses?
My muse, My God
How great thou Art
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