Monday, November 10, 2014

The strength of God shows through your presence.
Broken one, heal me.

The strength of Faith show through your words.
Dying one, speak to me.

The strength of the Word has made you Golden,
His wisdom glows through you now,
I write with words, and your peace, unspoken
gives me all--His strength, and yours.
Open me
like silence waiting
Open me
like rings upon rings
open
like a trapt door
like a bad lock
like something well hidden, leaving dirt under your nails
long forgotten, yet undiscovered
like a closed book
like a sealed letter
like a strange, unlabeled box
in a bottom drawer
I have never been open
and I want to know who she is.



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Ice folds and I am found in winter.
Winter has grown to Spring.
Spring ended in fire.
Summer spent with little water
and now, exposed to
falling leaves, the Autumn season
becomes me, earth tones, golden weather,
time is slowing
and I want to know
what i have missed
what could have been
what might still be.