Friday, February 11, 2011

Amends Songs

Nesting into morning work, from glory until glory. Hallowed be my traveling heart, revealing every stitch.
They asked me for another chance, their pain I wished to wash,
but thunder took away my words and comfort was misplaced.
Dancing toward the light of noon, marbling the hour. Born above the honey songs, the list of every child. Breathing in the holy cheer, forever, my amends.

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