June 28, 2008

a time to rest

so I was mistaken
I thought home was here
maybe I don't have a home
I want something to be normal again
for the tired heart to live
and for nothing to chase me.
I long for this desire to be purified
a promise wrapped in white
and a place of rest will be deciphered out of the chaos.
even with eloquent articulate words
truly no one understands
only One sees the unbroken pattern
woven over my failures
just One can place eternity here
and ascribe perfection that falls slowly
this refined gold fits over a maze of shadows
finally the broken places are healed
the dry land thirsts for more

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