Friday, 12 December 2014

one

One of us
One with us
One to win us
One to give us

One more chance
At an infinite number
Of second chances,
One
To
Make
Free
Out of being
For
Us

Not aloof
No longer misconstrued as distant
Not far off
But so close
It is on your lips
And in your heart

You don't stand at a distance, saying,
How does it feel to bleed?
No.
God bleeds too
And he looked on what he had done
And he said
that it was good.

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