Between the whimper and the bang life is like a boomerang
thrown by some great hairy hand, spinning out across the land.
Spinning out across the years,
spinning lies and spinning tears.
Spinning heart and spinning brain,
spinning pleasure, spinning pain.
Spinning out and round,
and spinning back towards the ground.
A graceful loop across the land,
then back in the hairy hand.
No matter how many years,
how many lies,
how many tears,
how much heart or brain,
how much pleasure or pain I find outside the arms of the One who made me,
I will forever run back to Him.
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