We are surrounded
by light,
white
and blinding--
beauty unsurpassed.
Our hearts leap within us
reunited
at last
with those long forgotten
who'd drifted down the still waters
of our pasts.
Our spirits soar together,
unable to fully encompass
the Love
that surrounds us,
complete
and unending,
all turning towards the same God.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Water's Coming Out of the Sky
The dog greets me
and trots outside.
Water's coming out of the sky.
She wags her tail
and doesn't know why.
She sees the water
coming out of the sky.
She turns around
and goes inside
because water's coming out of the sky.
and trots outside.
Water's coming out of the sky.
She wags her tail
and doesn't know why.
She sees the water
coming out of the sky.
She turns around
and goes inside
because water's coming out of the sky.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
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