See the crypt of cracked creation
Where God hides what he breaks
In gradeless grace his son even hates,
Would raze if he could reach the place.
But there is already fire in the shadows
Older and meaner than Christ is kind
And it would burn him down first.
From my Wordpress blog https://labkeysdude.wordpress.com/2018/09/07/the-left-pocket-of-god/
This poem is interesting, thank you for sharing with us!