Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Here, He Comes.

"Wait on Me in silence; I will come to you in spring,"
the whisper echo resonates on the breeze's wing.

 Open me soundly; pass me not by.
I cannot resist You. I won't even try.

 Dark and lovely and slightly afraid,
cut off the dead shell with Your tongue as a blade.

 Hope has been planted
 You're coming, I see.

Yes; come have Your portion.
Come have all of me.

3 comments:

Carlye said...

i feel a quick comment would fall short of how i really feel, but since feedback is always nice...i really really love this. it brought tears.

Tom and Leah said...

WOW. Wow. It sounds like music. Wow.

Jessica said...

Mmmm... What meaningful loveliness put into words.

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