and breathe again
it's kind of like poetry
Friday, November 7, 2008
wealth
to think
that only moments ago
i was bereft
weeping into empty hands
to think
that i am so rich
only minutes ago
i cried at the hope
of ever laughing again
i ached for the touch
of a child
and now
i ache with the joy
arms overflowing
and wide open
Monday, November 3, 2008
the Call California
i am standing in the sea
we are the waves
You are the wind
when You breathe
we move as one
wave upon wave upon wave
and the shore is eroding
we win, because You win
there's a shift in the sand
something changed
and i was a part
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