Today I am left wondering
About this God Who slips through cracks
Who is so slippery
That even when
You feel
You have Him in your grasp
He slides away
Like a wiil o’ the wisp
Light as a feather
“Do not cling to me,”
We hear those words
And know, that even if we would,
We could not
And maybe this is right
For however much
We would like to hold on
To cling
We must set Him free
By setting ourselves free
From definitions
That He touched lepers
Kissed them
And we, the lepers
Are permanently touched
So no longer
In fear
Must we cling
But know that we are set free
To fly

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