Direct you..



I don’t believe in an interventionist god

But I know, darling, that you do

But if I did I would kneel down and ask him

Not to intervene when it came to you

Not to touch a hair on your head

To leave you as you are

And if he felt he had to direct you

Then direct you into my arms







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