The tree grows with quiet grace,
Reaching unto high beyond the clouds,
Weathering the the storms of this place,
Taking root in the bitter ground, it grows.
Friday, January 4, 2013
Thursday, January 3, 2013
To create a being.
To take love shared, it must be hewn,
Carved from the inner stone,
When it breaks the cage, it's heart strewn,
Picking the pieces from upon the ground.
Love does not come softly, it rips and roars,
It comes bellowing down the soul into the innermost,
We lock it away, making it tame, unknown,
It breathes and bellows, a powerful host.
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