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The boredom of the mundane
evaporated as you rose,
and ascended into my center.
Now boundless and bursting,
I find myself vibrant–
raging alive,
blazing aglow,
from the zest you cast upon me.
......
The sun is sweet in winter
but a fire spilling demon
on summer days,
and in spring
it is like a bud exploring
with gold on its chest;
sometimes the soul is
controlled
......
Music starts my little church
And bids us goers "come forward" -
Timid and cleansing at first -
Bringing voices to one accord
Then Chris's voice waxing loud
And the piano's tempo
Make the atmosphere bound
To become a crescendo
......
When long days drag on me
And my soul cries in the dark
Then I speak my prayer in sleight
And He slips it into my jar.
Prithee – give it wings to fly up
Beyond to the sapphire throne –
Leaving me amidst where I am
Yet I do not feel alone.
......
fgyygt
Continue reading
Music starts my little church
And bids us goers "come forward" -
Timid and cleansing at first -
Bringing voices to one accord
Then Chris's voice waxing loud
And the piano's tempo
Make the atmosphere bound
To become a crescendo
......
When long days drag on me
And my soul cries in the dark
Then I speak my prayer in sleight
And He slips it into my jar.
Prithee – give it wings to fly up
Beyond to the sapphire throne –
Leaving me amidst where I am
Yet I do not feel alone.
......
The boredom of the mundane
evaporated as you rose,
and ascended into my center.
Now boundless and bursting,
I find myself vibrant–
raging alive,
blazing aglow,
from the zest you cast upon me.
......
When I prayed to God,
He answered me with thunder,
With streaks in the sky.