The midnight sky is winking at me on the bush veld.
Calling me softly, gently ‘come home’.
Dare I dreamlike so?
Just walking the talk, stitching my own horizon!
Hope!
A parallel universe, slipping the knot.
Putting a bow on theology,
Delusion?
Inside of my head there is a room with no ceilings,
Sparks and triggers, making the impossible possible.
The atheist tell us there is no God.
Science says there is no proof!
Believe it in your heart if you will.
enlist the big Guy in the sky.
‘providence’ works, try it.
