We are travelers on a journey, fellow pilgrims on the road. We are here to help each other, walk the mile and bear the load. I will hold the Christlight for you in the nighttime of your fear. I will hold my hand out to you, speak (and seek) the peace you long to hear. [by Richard Gillard, MARANATHA MUSIC 1977]
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Nothing At All
You are the unique frequency
that my heart alone hears.
You are the steady thoughts
that chaotically travel in spheres.
You are the magnetic force
that suspends me in time.
You are the buckets of tears
that wait to be turned to wine.
You are sanity and insanity,
love and hate.
You are home and wasteland,
movement and wait.
You are life and death,
order and chaos.
You are everything…
yet you are nothing at all.
dd, 5/20/10
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