Monday, December 12, 2011

Prayer of the Poet

In Your Presence.
The song takes flight.
All that once graced ears
was drowned in silence.

Unanswered, unleavened
untampered You sit.
Peace, our hearts did
find in solace.

How hums holy hymns
happening habitually
helping heartfelt homes
hitherto holding His
hopeful happiness.

And here I am.
Locked, fixed on
You.

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