"Imagination was given to man to compensate him for what he is not, and a sense of humor was provided to console him for what he is."- Oscar Wilde
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Snow
this white washed flood is drowning me within, the sky is heavy and my heart follows suit. i am lost out in the cold abandoning all; with reckless hope, and shameless motives. the Grace thats appears free is rather costly, and my heart is in anguish at my shortcomings. what could i do to ever deserve? what could i accomplish to bring you a sacrifice of worth? even my best deeds are like filthy rags compared to yours. i only find solace in your word, engulf me, burning flame inside my soul. drive out the cold, bring on the pain. teach me, mold me. i am my beloveds, and my beloved is mine; betrothed. i am unworthy, i am unfit, my soul is heavy laden and overburdened with the cold. drive out my imperfections and create in me a clean heart, i surrender my soul. bring on the rain, melting the snow.
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