Wednesday, 1 August 2012

Black Shadow

A black shadow hovered
On the outskirts of our joy

Snapping at our dancing heels
And skipping hearts

We were bathed in a blessed state
Heedless of the menace

That would pounce
And knock us into the hell
Of complaining

Stiff-necked like old Israel
Forgetful of the good

Perfectionism gaining ground
Grace abiding slipping from our grasp

We failed to seize the day

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