No god of grand heights Nor the devils depth be mine Know only stillness When I let you rest never For I am you and your mind
This one was an interesting question to me at the time. What if God isn't neglectful, nor the devil always moving? I guess sometimes all that the mind needs is to be woken up so that it can lead itself astray. Thus is humanity perhaps. Very imperfect in heart and head.
Sunday Seven (or S7) is a series of tanka verses (57577) which I completed one cloudy Sunday afternoon. With topics ranging from the faithfulness of dawn to the depths if the ocean home, I hope you enjoy reading them and can appreciate the height and depth of this variety.