Sunday, 24 February 2008

• Hard Lessons

  Nails pounded among the mighty
  standing tall with integrity
  tears rush through rivers of blood
  and heart beats thunderous NO! NO! No
  yes
  As the nails sink into the remembrances
  the embraces of where we were
  what was given us unto thought and intention
  controlling only where our hands meet with All things
  
  Silence in the night repeats our heart-song
  may it weep with always
  and, may it sing for longer
  mere moments with loves
  contemplating ourselves not. NOT!
  yes
  As we are the nails
  the hammers head understands
  the carpenter must Be here
  while holding you gently with calloused work
  
  by Me
  

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