Am I evolving?
Have I leapt from my illusions?
Have I made God or is God yet making me?
I so want this heart to be open;
I so wish the smokescreens to recede;
I so want the Lord to be pleased.
Here is the finite man trailing the Infinite prints -
haunted but hopeful,
hungry but hurting,
selfish but seeking.
Still, am I evolving?
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