Beauty In Madness
What hyperbole can describe the moments of beauty in the madness of
conscience.
What glimplse? Of something more?
I once knew the sounds of angels.
And they sang I tell you.
They sang beyond the glory of the sunshine.
And they sang beyond the sublime sound of new love.
Soon my Lord, we will be reunited and I will understand this suffering.
Until then, thank you for suffering with me.
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