knowingjesus
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- Mar 6, 2009
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To feel the ragged breathe
of forehead pressed
against the tar colored parts of life
is to know its fullness.
To see the blue eye streams
amidst crevaced face
is to see the ivory skirts
in the meadow of a child's eyes.
To smell the raw simplicity
of rain danced soil
is to know the pink complexity
of emotional barefeet.
To hear the falling letters
of life's white meaning
is to to bury innocence
in the arms of the One who loves.
of forehead pressed
against the tar colored parts of life
is to know its fullness.
To see the blue eye streams
amidst crevaced face
is to see the ivory skirts
in the meadow of a child's eyes.
To smell the raw simplicity
of rain danced soil
is to know the pink complexity
of emotional barefeet.
To hear the falling letters
of life's white meaning
is to to bury innocence
in the arms of the One who loves.
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