Saturday, January 22, 2011

faithplant

just whose breath have I been stealing?
and how to explain this feeling...
it's the mind reeling
as the heart dissolves through the ceiling;
it's kneeling,
at last believing,
arriving only as the spirit of god is leaving.
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