Um

So we’ll go no more a-teething.
For now. When the urge
to perambulation strikes, feeling
dulcet in your own happy home,
why we’ll declare it unintelligible,
past, beyond belief.

Put another way, God is singular,
strong in feeling, wise in the ways of others.
His flesh is singular, like water,
His feeling anchored in a deep pool.
Get him back.
He’s on an eagle trip.