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.




26 April, 2014 Posted by | Poetry | , , | Leave a comment