*
Outwardly disheveled,warm within.
A haven for the wandering
the awkward
the rent
the speechless
the suffocating
the shamed
the questioned
the misunderstood.
There is room for all
though God has given this place to us.
Seekers of unity,
of similar essence,
who relish communion
confirmed through silence,
And mystery.
We labor and strive for excellence,
we grow weary and return for rest.
Ink on the page, fingers to the keys.
Even in our triumphs,
inadequate recipients of beauty are we,
In company.
*written for s. wells jan '07
1 comment:
beautiful!
i imagine us living near each other one day in new york, lofts and warms nights, always wrapped in delicate thoughts.
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