Understanding Direction Poem by Scott J. Shepard

Understanding Direction



Spilling the outsides of God
was never a Sunday for him.

Everyday was turned downward
to meet the needs of the insides.

Beginning with speaking to God
was taking measures by the note

If I kept close eye toward the arrows
I would eventually find them.

They drift easy when God runs through them
But in all honesty I keep looking.

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