Slightly religious, God without boundaries,
wanderer, traveller, ragged, unwell,
vulnerable vagabond, needing a comforter,
surfing the cosmos while riding the swell.
Lover unlimited, hanging on providence,
trusting the whim and the will of the crowd;
twisting and swimming, through uncertain futures,
known yet unknowing what grace might withhold.
Soaring yet reticent, waiting so silently,
God at the edge of infinity’s bound,
softly, incessantly, distant yet intimate,
reaching beyond all our senses can sound.
Copyright Andrew Pratt 24/11/2012