Here I sit,
Tying myself to
Little heaven strings.
Directing my heart
Towards the higher land
In distant memory.
Joyfully amassing the fibers
Looping myself to
Little lines of eternity.
Praying to be lifted
Above the sin-sickness
Afflicting my soul
Tying knot after knot
Of the pure white strings
Thin as spider's silk
A barely noticable difference
Tugs my stubborn heart
Just a tiny bit higher
The lines pulling me
Ever so slowly
Towards His presence
Remembering week after week
My soul on it's tiptoes
Wanting to fly again
Just waiting till the bond
Is strong enough
To pull me homebound.
Our desert (haiku)
I look through photos Our life through the four seasons Back through the old ones. Blossoming in spring With all the diverse flowers ...
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There is ink in my pen And I'm pretty sure If I put it to the page It would come out, Creating some sort of mark On the blank pages. Of ...
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The humble drops of water Fall from the furthest reach Onto modern art in the garden: Flushing the angles of the sculpture Of the gum wr...
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When I said I'm scared that was an understatement. When I'm too blind to see things when they happen And too used to second chance...