Who is this God cutting covenant with me?

Walking the gauntlet of redemption

while I deeply slumber with doubt?

Who is this voice that plucks

me from polytheism. Patiently revealing

that he alone is my God?

I am the last picked.

Ripe with barrenness

No heirs

No further God

But my Lord is not impotent.

He

always has the

last impossible pregnant laugh.

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