Lord
Grant me will
To turn the tide
Grant me wisdom
To hold the winds
Grant me tears
To rinse the sea
Grant me eyes
To hear the thunder
Grant me love
To cradle the waves
And gently let them go.
Monday, June 23, 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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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:
eyes to here thunder?
Yeh.
An intentional mixing of senses. Seemed to be right.
oh right.. i like it.
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