Quatrain (III)

Posted byMatthew PullarPosted inDevotional, PoetryTags:, ,
Without ground beneath feet I am stumbling,
Without bearings I’m caught out of place.
But to You in this vacuum and rumbling
I can turn, for You shape the dark space.

Published by Matthew Pullar

Teacher, writer, blogger, husband, father, Christian. Living in Wyndham in Melbourne's west, on the land of the Kulin Nation. Searching for words to console and feed hearts and souls.

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