pages
turned on the dial
of our lives
by Your hand
bring no sense...
no words
readable with our
eyes...
or hearable
if even they could be
spoken.
the only words
we can truly hear
come
from inside us.
yet
even those
deep-inside words...
where do they come from?
did they begin
elsewhere?
in Your deep-inside,
Lord?
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
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