the Son saith
spoken by angels
to be spoken
that heard Him
flame of fire
are the same
spirits sent forth
my right hand
the heavens are
I will declare
He took on
He is able
winding a way through the maze surrounding us finding the paths that stories from yesterdays laid down. enjoying the vistas from high grounds and pondering the voids from the depths in darkness.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
11.29.09
Labels:
lyric poetry,
pebbling,
poetry
Creative Director of ‘The Pebbling Process’, Poet, Writer, Speaker & Consultant
So many wonderful stories lay undisturbed, waiting, in the pebbles along the paths our lives have taken ...
Friday, November 13, 2009
new stairs
these stairs have not been tested
they wait for hearts to open to
to bear the weight of their needs
they wait for hearts to open to
to bear the weight of their needs
Labels:
just comes,
pebbling,
poetry
Creative Director of ‘The Pebbling Process’, Poet, Writer, Speaker & Consultant
So many wonderful stories lay undisturbed, waiting, in the pebbles along the paths our lives have taken ...
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