Wednesday, November 12, 2008

I cry out in the dark
Recieving my answer in the light
Hearing your word
In the tranquility of your morning,
I haven't seen the sun in days
But something about the morning shines,
With doves eyes I see the day
Spread out before me
As I fight for joy,
Ripping off my sackcloth
Washing off the ash
Putting on linen,
In the silent revery of this moment
To dance to a tune that's just for me
For I am not mourning
But I am present in your temple
In the center of your love.

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