Sunday, November 30, 2008


My eyes are falling whirling dripping
Your song echoes deep within my soul

Still you say to me be still
Only you can rest my calm-less soul
Until the day when faint becomes sight
Leaning out and away from the countless shadows

Inside my heart I feel a throbbing, a pulsing desire pounding forward
Still you say to me be still to my pattering twittering fluttering heart.

Stained, I see on my heart an indelible stain
The marks of indelible grace
And when I consider the source of the marks my heart falls silent
In a second glance the pounding turns to seconds falling
Never shall I forget this stain
End shall pass and come and go, and the times fail
Day after day I will consider it, the stain will remain displacing others...