Friday, December 4, 2015

What Remains

When I put limits
on what God is like,
I'm putting limits on God.

When I get rid of limits,
God is what remains.

1 comment:

Dr. Mike said...

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The finite’s precious.
A prefecture, gated, won’t
Perfect drifting clouds.

[Disposable Haiku December 7, 2015]
Dr. Mike