Lee B. Mack
10410 Swift Stream Pl #107
Columbia, Maryland 21044
Original 11 10 2014
Fingers of God:
Fingers of God are harmless wands
Waved by wrists of sensuousness to
Quiet murmured iniquities dressed
In faceless rock lifted up by fire and
Filled with storm waters encased in
Stone dried marrow by solar winds
Stirred to blood served by angels
Practice to practice and practice
To run lines that exceed the finish
Out beyond a run of standing time
Courses laid to begin run to an end
So also begin on one leg without wings
And a flight path by founding fathers
One leg at a time - on that rule law
Defines knowledge of crime then
Leaves dupes to suffer the unjust
All short of belief are never enough
Soul drags behind upon legs to stand
By carved wooden mystic numbered
Scriptures only time and space extend
To define imperfect belief democracies
Perfect love and righteousness defeat
The fear of perfecting the imperfect.
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