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Find your feet on the path
That you once knew
And passed up for
More
In the day
So long ago.
Seek beauty once more.
Yellow light from the poplars
Split by the sun.
I can feel my lonesomeness
Keenly
As the strongest,
Most needed storm
Wetting everything.
I can feel the time,
Grain by grain,
Slip through my fingers,
Every bit accounted for,
Every bit felt
Keenly.
No response but a mild, sweet smile
To sweet, mild peace.
God bless,
There's more,
There's so much more
Than my skin,
Than sight, sound, touch.
How real are words!
How concrete are ideas!
How much more sealed, real, concrete is the life on earth, the light that holds me and you, wether you see it or not, in a holy unit of life and death?
Keenly
Reality seeks me out
To impart its goodness
So I can see the same fingerprints on everything.
That you once knew
And passed up for
More
In the day
So long ago.
Seek beauty once more.
Yellow light from the poplars
Split by the sun.
I can feel my lonesomeness
Keenly
As the strongest,
Most needed storm
Wetting everything.
I can feel the time,
Grain by grain,
Slip through my fingers,
Every bit accounted for,
Every bit felt
Keenly.
No response but a mild, sweet smile
To sweet, mild peace.
God bless,
There's more,
There's so much more
Than my skin,
Than sight, sound, touch.
How real are words!
How concrete are ideas!
How much more sealed, real, concrete is the life on earth, the light that holds me and you, wether you see it or not, in a holy unit of life and death?
Keenly
Reality seeks me out
To impart its goodness
So I can see the same fingerprints on everything.