out of darkness
and around ways go
picking futures
love a word I spell
without hesitation
still it comes out of darkness
I is a word not bearing meaning
disolved before evening mass
you a piece of life
far is the space in between
congregations in praier
under Sunday skies
and rain never sunders
that I know
feeling its touch of evelation
and so I pray
silence my words
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-07-10 at 06:54
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