Calls of the Ragdoll...
O Glorious God, when will it end..no longer can I keep my fingers straight and stiff
the beetle scuttles across the bloody wood
the tips of my fingers itch to bend
to feel and run across its smooth shiny length
to bring to life, and discourse the living of myth
O Lord, comfort my cries..please unite me, with my beloved to soothe
O Saviour, when will it start
no longer am I content with Your silence
the purple bird whistles her sonorous song
my deaf ears yearn to hear the single note
to relish in wonder the voice of a lark
to dance with rapture, Methuselah weeping in cadence
O Lord, hear my pleas, please sweep me, to the realm I belong
Christ! I feel my rigid bones snap, crack and twist!
to caress, and create a sweetness I cannot explain
and sing for You, every tune with pitched clarity
and hum for You, my whispery voice serenades
the tinkling harp quietly crescendos in the fogging mist
Suddenly, the lioness freezes and the zebra runs unslain
she listens-and escapes in pure ecstasy
posted by Jollivet @ 8:47 AM
1 Comments:
wao....wat a post....
ny way good keep it up..
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