The uncomfortable wrestle of the middle ground
A no man's land that refuses to subscribe to a camp
Hesitant to create a box, to tame a lion
For you are wild.
Extravagant in grace
Outlandish in love
Pure as water
Holy as fire
I cannot box you in.
You defy lines,
edges,
corners.
Unending circle,
you will not be confined by reasoned dimensions.
A myriad of colours rainbowed through glass
Momentary flashes of revelation create mystery.
An endless juggling act of
holy love
loving holiness
The impossibility of pinning down clouds
of capturing by camera what only the eye sees
of holding all of you
together.
God cannot be boxed.
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