Reach out
No arm so long
No dark so deep
No heart so black
No face so deformed
That He doesn't want to hold you tight
And never let you go
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Fatherhood
I am carrying the torch you Handed me Not handed. Placed Carefully This is sacred space. Was the carrying so heavy for you as well? Were yo...
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It must have been love That sort of thing Can't be mistaken For a lesser set of feelings It has a special hat And makes you welcome at p...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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I’m tired I’m tired of my heart giving out Whenever it gives in That things being the same Never makes a difference Of looking forwards to s...
3 comments:
It is... isn't it?
Made me cry. Very few writings do that. well done.
cast my vote. I like this one.
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