The Love Race

The Love Race A place Where all my cares Seem to fly out the door Because I can raise my voice there My grace. In praise Voices blend in Like a choral dance Upon keys and strings upholding God's grace. Heart rate Quickened by joy Mirrored in percussion Encircling all present as one Love race. By CarolineCécile Copyright © 05/31/10

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David Byrne

Date: 6/11/2010 8:21:00 PM

so concise, so good!

Wilma Neels

Date: 6/4/2010 10:17:00 PM

Having read your comment wrt this piece makes it even more special.. We all have the desire for peace and that feeling of harmony., with your poem one gets swept away to that place even if it is just for a while :) love WN

Derrick Burton

Date: 6/1/2010 7:33:00 PM

Really enjoyed this well written poetry about a really interesting love race, also it flowed so smoothly have a great evening. :)

Caroline Cécile Delacroix

Date: 6/1/2010 8:00:00 AM

No. It is because I get to sing on Sunday. I am in the choir. The music created by the voices and the music instruments is awesome and it is a special place I feel priviledged to be part of and it creates an atmosphere where everyone feels like one race, the love race. If the world would become that way, what a world it would be!

David Byrne

Date: 6/1/2010 3:54:00 AM

Devotion?