Off centre

The hedgerow maze boxes me in,
walls me out through another false turn.
In the centre hides perfection,
unbreakable cypher, impassive God.

Out in the margins of error,
the elbow crook of one more dead
end, lies Jesus, sprawled as though
we were not hopelessly lost at all.

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