You always do the unexpected. Just when I think I know How you think, What you mean, Where you are, You shatter all my preconceptions. You shape-shift, slipping Through the fingers of my mind. Eye-cornered, I think I spy You, elusive yet there. And just as I settle You rattle my cage The dust flies And my card house falls I've been thinking about shaking. And this poem was the result yesterday. It's interesting that in Haggai God says He will shake the heavens, then the earth, then the sea and then the land. Next He will shake the nations - all of them. And then He will come. At the moment it feels as though the whole earth is being shaken by the virus, but actually I don't think it is. Much of the world has been affected but not all of it. This might well be more of a tremble than a shaking. I think the shaking is yet to come. But this is most certainly something unexpected, unusual and unsettling. We d...
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