So much commotion
swimming in a sea of song
and light, some hope, some nerves
some realization of what could be
so tired of the crap on TV
the things that we see,
get fed from an external I.V.
Wondering
can there really be change?
can a difference be made
can this star get out
without falling from grace
the sky
my refuge
it's a wonder to be able to look up
and be swallowed by
beauty
not of human hands
unlivable and untouchable
but organized like the
sands by the sea
each known by name
facets of personality
waiting to exhale
the final
stop
be brought back
eternally
1 comment:
i feel your ache, amy. sometimes this earth is just so plastic and temporary, it's all i can do to stay here... but that gives God the most glory; living for eternity in temporary surroundings. love you.
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