Monday, November 12, 2007

You listen to a part of me
The part that stays in shadow.
It writhes as the light
Of your love touches it.

As it slowly shrinks
Into a piece of chaff,
A mix of God's love
And Your's blows it away.

What could I have done
To receive all that He gives?

As a warm wind of a clear day, your love makes me smile.

1 comment:

Emily Anne said...

cricket
you truly put me to shame as a poet