Blue_Angel
Acrobat
- Joined
- Aug 19, 2002
- Messages
- 488
as the sun was rising today
I went outside and stood on a soapbox,
but only my mind was left to preach to.
I thought about flowers
and how pretty they are
and for once I wished to be a thorn
so that I could leave a violent wound.
~~~
love is holy,
like the mountains lifting my soul.
there is awe in the home
of these great bulks, where
the salmon dart upstream each year
to a birthplace beyond reach.
the fear in me shudders.
you raise your standard
and I will raise mine
until we can't touch each other anymore.
I long for a possibility that we could
make holiness out of this fear.
____
sorry guys for drawing so much attention to myself in the last thread i posted. I'll try to be good
I went outside and stood on a soapbox,
but only my mind was left to preach to.
I thought about flowers
and how pretty they are
and for once I wished to be a thorn
so that I could leave a violent wound.
~~~
love is holy,
like the mountains lifting my soul.
there is awe in the home
of these great bulks, where
the salmon dart upstream each year
to a birthplace beyond reach.
the fear in me shudders.
you raise your standard
and I will raise mine
until we can't touch each other anymore.
I long for a possibility that we could
make holiness out of this fear.
____
sorry guys for drawing so much attention to myself in the last thread i posted. I'll try to be good