My faith,
and my Passions, like grace,
are messy
and sloppy,
flung about like Water from
a river bound dog.
In my passion, I search and seek
for One Who is
Wild, named Holy/wholly.
Instead I found that this Wild Divine One
has been searching me
and chosen to pitch his tent
In the tender fleshiness that is my life.
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