Offering

Dear god.
How did we get here, you and I?
Impasse.
Once pacific seas,
now stormed,
warmed,
fragmented to lakes.
One, ring, blaze,
three lane swim;
seventeen more days.
I give you me and all I have,
at your disposal or resurrection,
as you know: I will fall
without your grace.
How many seconds
until you can tell
that a radio station
is Jesus music?
Hallelujah,
hosannah,
a mend
between good,
several,
and the one blue cod.

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