Tuesday, 14 February 2012

I hear the voice of God

The joker
He speaks to me in the ice floes
He writes down his words for the record
Here's one for the symbol minded
He says
I copy it down in my notebook
His voice is loud
And I fear him not
He growls
Like thunder
And waits
Like a man at a lady's door
Stamping the snow off his boots
It's all a release
He says
And then He smiles
This wise cracking God

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