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Friday, 3 October 2014

Gone Fishin'

Silent silence
across
cloudy covered landscape
skinny stick figure approaches
like a painted fog
or thickened mist
perhaps
feed my lambs
feed my sheep

there is little else

fog

woven mist
trying
to stand out
trying
to move forward
towards me
through me
ghostly figure
gone now

chilled air

remains

a time will come
soon enough
when fears become
harsh reality
phantoms
tease and taunt
and walk towards
with what seems like
bad intent

if only
I knew who you were
I'd follow you
as it is I look inside
the devil is in the detail
even all the books in the world
cannot contain
answers to questions
like
knowing you are loved
now though
more about belonging

(John 21 etc.)