hooded and with gaurd
each note pounds
into your senses
into the deepest part of our
throats
our
souls.
all of it,every bit
as a sponge you
might soak it in
breathe in the grey
swallow all the black
and when you wake
you wake.thats all thats it.
Through the grey
I have peace
through the noise
my heart longs for you.
he is here
he is in there
and you might think
you feel the abscene of his
all powerful being
all his ways
all his love
everything
arrogance solves nothing
today I declare
no matter where I stand
or where I walk
or where I sail
He is there
He is peace.
oh poet of a creator!
you have designed beauty to
abide
within everything
oh foolish of men!
how aroggant to think
that you are the ones
to decide what is beauty?
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