Pending
Amist his grace
I see my face
Until I die
It is a race
Seeming low
When thoughts are down
I feel I owe
I want to steal
I never know.
Till we sit
Upon ourselves
Until this time
Unending shelves
Whispers in
My ears to come
'Thy will be done'
'Till Kingdom come'.
Until I wait
In deep despair
There is somewhere
That deep repair.
Amongst the bliss
I dare not reach
Response and ire
I cannot speak.
This is the one
I do not know
Await in darkness
This, I tow.
Impending doom
In this is near
Remove my mask
I will not fear.
Waiting still
Amist the rain
Nothing to lose
only to gain.
3-12-09
I see my face
Until I die
It is a race
Seeming low
When thoughts are down
I feel I owe
I want to steal
I never know.
Till we sit
Upon ourselves
Until this time
Unending shelves
Whispers in
My ears to come
'Thy will be done'
'Till Kingdom come'.
Until I wait
In deep despair
There is somewhere
That deep repair.
Amongst the bliss
I dare not reach
Response and ire
I cannot speak.
This is the one
I do not know
Await in darkness
This, I tow.
Impending doom
In this is near
Remove my mask
I will not fear.
Waiting still
Amist the rain
Nothing to lose
only to gain.
3-12-09
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