06 March 2011

archives of poetry- poem twenty three

quiet
holiness in the shelter of this place
entering the sacred dreams of the prophets
listening for whispered wisdom in the breeze
tomorrow may come but not today.
there is eternal peace.

power
the strength of rushing waters
open eyes observe the blessed truth
in the clutches of your searching
caught somewhere between this place and heaven
lying in wait for...
there is eternal existence.

supernatural
another dimension of life
spiritual warfare in a stronger sense
living for things we cannot see
dying for all things desired
and waiting for something
until we've got nothing left.
there is a God.

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