nothing he sees
of Your going before him
as he flees.
Choosing his own paths
how could he know
Your hand directs where he shall go?
Thinking himself free
-free at last-
unaware Your right hand
holds him fast.
Waiting for darkness
to hide in sight,
not knowing, with you
dark is light.
Poor prodigal!
seeking a "where" from "whence"...
how does one escape
Omnipotence?
~Ruth Bell Graham
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