Purple's Platitudes

nothing but words …

private conversation

26 April 2014

 

 

Even the most carefully chosen words,

fail to capture the beauty of your smile;

my heart swells until I fear it may burst.

I want to sing in morning’s choir of birds,

to forget myself and worship for a while,

but sometimes I forget that faith comes first.

 

I feel my spirit crying out to you,

a hopeless, vile man whose soul is cursed;

I’ve forgotten what it means to be your child.

I only know, no matter what I do,

 

I hunger and thirst.

 

 

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