Sunday, May 21, 2006

til your grace sings so loud

There's a small cloud in the distance
So i'll keep on walking
til your grace sings so loud
I can't hear myself talking

And i tear hard this brittle bone
And i drink deep this wine
I live rich on the meat of this table
Cause its here where i can find
The grace of a saviour
The face of a lover
The absence of what i fear
I'm not alone, for here i've found my home.

1 Comments:

At 9:14 pm, Blogger Mr and Mrs in iMmoral claWs said...

Hey thanks for leaving that comment on my blog. I'd forgotten you were in Colombia, what were you doing there again? I will never forget my kids or the affect they had on me - I watched someone pick up a little girl today and give her a hug and it made me miss my kids so much and wish I could hug them!

I like the poem :-)

 

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