God to God

I am mindful of the power of

Fate

His capacity to seek and find

There is no hiding place

Beyond his reach

Even my thoughts seem

unsafe from him

As he listens to every

breath

Whispering options in my ear

As he turns me inside out

There are times I would gladly

Ring his neck!

If I could look him in the face

like for like, God to God

This cowardly ghost of man

This omnipotent pest

Only Death can spoil his joy

By

Paolo Michell

 

 

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About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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