“27”
2008
period. I did not think love was simple. I did not think it could be found. it was
precocious even previous to life. I did not dream it could find me worthy un owing
of a tremendous heavy debt. but God said get up saw my eyes my cheeks my skinned
knee. and bent closer
to meet me at the open door. too high a height for my will alone.
the scenes in my life becomes leaflets and blend. that is what life does always has
always will.
will.
we make sense of our histories our fishing trips with only one bite the funerals the
mast.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
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