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 was told that I was not really a poet. I just write in prose half the time. I wasn't inventive "[You're] no Robert Frost...
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You know you unfollowed me And I haven't felt the same since. Do you still care? You said I was your best friend But I don't kno... -
When the sun falls Beyond the cool horizon And the wind calms for just a second- Before the moment fails, When it just takes time To se...