Find rest in your soul
A reaching out, within
Alone
Nevermore
Hope like candle wax
Pools into the Maker's seal
Unbroken
A broken soul,
Forevermore refreshed
Thursday, March 14, 2013
The World's First City
The Curse of Cain
Was the ever fear
Of death that lay
Beyond his walls of safety.
Was the ever fear
Of death that lay
Beyond his walls of safety.
Saturday, March 09, 2013
Tuesday, March 05, 2013
Musings on a Sunset's Stamp (Romans 1:20)
Why are my thoughts of you
So low?
When the sunset sails into
Titanic reds
Snarls of eager orange
And yellow, quickly-gone
Snatched into a kingly birth
Why are my thoughts of you
So low?
Could I but catch the sky,
Maybe find your hidden heel
Are your footsteps just too high
For a mind recklessly below
To feel?
I stretch my mind impossibly
Against the chaptered heavens
Fingers run red-soaked words
Thinking through the narrow gate
To someway sail my thoughts on high
And peer at the infinite corner
So low?
When the sunset sails into
Titanic reds
Snarls of eager orange
And yellow, quickly-gone
Snatched into a kingly birth
Why are my thoughts of you
So low?
Could I but catch the sky,
Maybe find your hidden heel
Are your footsteps just too high
For a mind recklessly below
To feel?
I stretch my mind impossibly
Against the chaptered heavens
Fingers run red-soaked words
Thinking through the narrow gate
To someway sail my thoughts on high
And peer at the infinite corner
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