Thy Will Poem by Shelley Byron Keats

Thy Will

Rating: 2.8


Claim God moves mysterious for us all
and yet I saw a brainless insect flutter
with dance, with shuffle- stagger, twist, totter
his drunken trail on a crooked wall
more thoughtfully direct (though a fly)
than your ice-cold God in blue bedlam-sky!

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