I'm his creation so are you? I'm loved by him so are you? I smell roses and get
giggling inside and my body embraces his reaction. I travel miles before you and he
kept me safe all along. If I was a star I would say a prayer to luminate the world. My
feet stand on earth, heaven and hell. You pick and choose your path. Where do you
belong? Have you embrace eternity as a joke or has the joke become eternity. I will
always be me and I know you will always be you. Until you meet him again
embruger.
I'm his creation so are you? I'm loved by him so are you? I smell roses and get
giggling inside and my body embraces his reaction. I travel miles before you and he
kept me safe all along. If I was a star I would say a prayer to luminate the world. My
feet stand on earth, heaven and hell. You pick and choose your path. Where do you
belong? Have you embrace eternity as a joke or has the joke become eternity. I will
always be me and I know you will always be you. Until you meet him again
embruger.
Still being faithful and serenely living,
ignoring the self-made gods ranting...
unafraid of them whose soul is too bitter:
I am at peace in the mist of turmoil and fear.
Still being faithful, angering the wicked hearts too wild:
their faith and kindness have been replaced by their pride,
and on those virtues I have built my character and shaped it with purity...
have they lifted up their eyes and prayed on their knees with humility?
My winters aren't too harsh when His warm breath melts the deep snow,
'though my spring is far away, this sweet prayer is offered with a bow.
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
See the mountains all afire
Flaming Appalachians
‘Neath the pastel of October sun
Treetops all alight
Waves of carmine flame
Swaying in soft dance steps
Amidst saffron highlights
Muted in glowing orange bittersweet
The slow falling flares
Of autumns sweet inferno
Strewing about the mountainside
A blanket of dry and weary sighing
In softly murmured prayer I wonder
Through the birthing rains of spring
And the unquenchable thirst of summer
Despite it all why is it most beautiful
…A moment before dying?
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