Past the Breakers Again

I have been at the end of this life
Since my first breath
Yet You continue my stay
You postpone my death
While I crumble
Under the weight of pain
Moments out of context
Your kindness regains
The pulse of Your intention
Make me Your possession
You are the only
Worthy obsession.
I love the wild ones;
The ones on the outskirts:
The ones who belong to You
But cannot resist to flirt
With the unknown
With the cosmic gray
Into which the unexpected blends
We are what You say
We are and will be
By Your fiat
You keep us or we perish

Because You are more than assumption;
You have form, but aren’t formulaic.