Thoughts, imaginings, dreams
are just fantasies if not lived
or the whisper of a devil.
The weeks and years I’ve struggled
to untie this knot
I cannot say.
Fear and thrill, I
with such mortal stuff,
rail and speak with God
and try to see his hand
to wrestle courage or madness
from this mess.
I’m all a twitter
to do the work of God
I just can’t tell which voice
is his.
…and perhaps I’ll switch
again.
gallagher
13 Feb 1988
Big Bear Lake
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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