The Promise
Dazzled by the light
Found in the pack God carried
And left at my door.
I asked Him in but He left
Me again, again with gifts,
And look, a promise.
This hand written note says "Peace."
Oh, I am thirsty!
Written sometime before November 18, 2008
First Posted November 18, 2008
Walking hurt, step after step
ReplyDeleteHe sits, finally
Hands shaking, Eyes down
Fuzzy shoe outline blending
He raises his hand yet again
He is thirsty
Christopher,
this thing must be tapped into my mind. The word verification for the day is stedirr, I could see my self spelling a word that way. We agree(me myself and I)that it is much too strangefor an algorithem to do that on it's own, smells fishey.
woman walk the line...
ReplyDeleteThat's another good poem, my friend, post it on your own blog if you will.
ReplyDeleteGhost, thank you again for all the gifts that you offer me. You are always welcome in my heart.
Driven
ReplyDeleteBefore in front
Pulled forward from behind
Pulled upwards from below
Driven seems to soft a word
For what was, is, can be
Elusive being the softer end
Crushing being the strong
Driven