Love
in all your
string-theoried
dimensions,
Come
take your place
in my heart.
Make it new.
Wisdom
in all your
treasure-rich
understanding,
Come
take your place
in my mind.
Make it true.
Christ
in whom dwells
love and wisdom
infinitely,
Come
take your place
in my soul.
Make me whole.
5 comments:
Well done, EJ Thribb!
Is this yours? I like it.
It's mine.
What's EJ Thribb supposed to mean, J?
So.
Farewell then, Exiled Prose.
Scourge of theodrama, or
Maybe it was Dai Corleone.
PTS, 1889.
EJ Thribb, aged 17 and three quarters (or whatever), is the attributed author of short lined poems, which would look rather like cath's excellent contribution above, and appear in the satirical publication 'Private Eye'.
Not that I was suggesting anything comedic about your effort, which is genuinely good.
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