Who is this GodÂ cutting covenant with me?
Walking the gauntlet of redemption
while I deeply slumber with doubt?
Who is this voice that plucks
me fromÂ polytheism. PatientlyÂ revealing
that he alone is my God?
I am theÂ last picked.
Ripe with barrenness
No further God
But my Lord isÂ not impotent.
always has the
last impossibleÂ pregnant laugh.