If a pin drops
in the forest
and there’s no one there to hear it,
do I even exist at all?
If a pin drops
in the forest
and there’s no one there to hear it,
do I even exist at all?
Trails off and then
But where God’s the well
deep enough
to let my soul run its course
and net me plummeting
still
That pain in me
is like a leaky balloon spinning round
with God in it –
God in a balloon in a life in God!