Anomaly:

Yield to break sky morning and the mourn-less death of in-between. Two halves of mystery come rush to me and yell their lofty independence.
Time is our great anomaly, or is it grace? Sovereignty and creature free[dom] wash over, and indeed dash my rhyme scheme, for even this is wanting.
Truth descends, ascends, breaks, bleeds and calls us forth. Calls us forth to respond in adoration and abounding life.
Sovereign/Free; anomalies and truth tied beyond contradiction. Beyond my pale mind's surmising, but blazing forth and setting feet to walk the way of Christ.