January 06, 2006

too far to touch

Your love went higher
than the depth of our mistakes
the darkness that entangles us

can't speak destruction to Your light
the shame that tries to slide under my skin

is washed away with your blood
and I smell clean again

a white glow falling with my tears.
Your love holds together a
hope for what was lost
and protects the fragments of what will be redeemed.
in Your time these hands, prepared to do Your will --
things not yet dreamed of, things of unimaginable joy
secrets of a plan more detailed than the longest book

or the widest rainbow, or the deepest insight.

1 comment:

  1. how do leaves of grass turn like pancakes?? i think your post was very beautiful and poetic too...haha i appreciate little romantic sounding poetic posts...

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