Words lift like the mist of dawn
Dark and damp upon the brow
Life breaks and blossoms through earth broken
Survival sidelined by beauty un-jolted
Eye captures but a fragment of each creation
Pulsing as blood buried beneath the skin
Faceless determination hopes in what is yet unseen
Hearts harbor the blurred memory of a dream
Walking and waking
Waiting and praying
Tender shoot repelling cold
Revival through death reborn
5 comments:
Your description of hopes and dreams resonates with me...very fine.
sorry i've been silent for so long.
your message to me on christmas eve rattled me.
my heart goes out to you.
i was reading the word this morning, reflecting on a text that stood out to me while i was being made aware of who i truly am.
it is a powerful scripture but i will not share it with you at this time.
anyway, questions for you.
>how important is the Word to you.
>how much would you say you believe it?
>and how much would you say you let it affect your life?
if it would be easier for you to rank each question 1-10 as 1 being lowest that is fine. just a question as to where you are.
dear i care,
this is where it gets complicated for me. i'm not sure what you're after, so i start to play point/counterpoint debate games in my head... It's like playing a game of chess, contemplating all the various moves that could be made. It means something to me that you were rattled by my message, yet you did not respond.... I wonder what God is doing in all of this?
Is the word important to me? yes.
how much do i believe it? 100%
how much affect does it have in my life?
or, how much affect does it appear to have?
i want to believe you, but questions without trust is thin ice for vulnerability.
Dear Savengrace,
I would very much like to get ahold of you. However, this is almost the only trace of your existence on the internet as far as I know.
-Peter Cote
If you don't have my number anymore then e-mail me. peter@conscious-minds.com
God dam thats unbelievable and just plain neurotic
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