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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I had something that I couldn't tell, a hope, a truth, and a lie as well. I rolled them all together with a postage stamp and mailed ... -
I can't seem to find the Cap of the marker I was just using Now it will dry up and shrivel Instead of bleeding through my pages. -
Going up to the counter at the store and being oh so small evermore. The laughter contorts my face all over and under the place A fort- ...