Feb 09, 2005 00:28
My forehead no longer sweet with holy kisses worthy of your fiery lips.
I was floating in a peaceful sea rescued by a sinking ship.
I've grown overfed, unconcerned, and comfortably numb
Kept busy indulging in the pleasures of the wealthy.
Oh, someone make me afraid of what I’ve become!
And it read like a horn blown by some sad angel,
"Bunny, it was me...it was me who let you down"
It was the shyest attempt I'd ever seen at conversation.
And if I didn't have You as my guide, I'd still wander lost in Sinai
Or down by the tracks watching trains go by
To remind me: there are places that aren't here.
And I had a well but all the water left,
So I'll go ask Your forgiveness with every breath,
If there was no way into God,
I would never have laid in this grave of a body for so long.