Saturday, January 21, 2012


We have stretched arms to the heavens
  in hopes of touching
  the holy face of God.

We have traveled the seas unrelenting,
  in hopes of finding the Spirit
  that would carry us as the waves on which we were carried.

We have walked the earth unforgiving,
  upon rock as hard as hearts
  in hopes of finding the Rock that would not be broken.

And within the fleeting efforts of our toils,
  we laid our heads to rest.
And in the quiet and still of night,
  with arms drawn in,
  the waves stilled,
  the earth cooled,
 We have found the essence of our seeking,
  to be closer than the breath in which we breathe.

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