Do not decode these cries of mine, they are the road and not the sign

Monday, July 13, 2009

A Wish For Wings That Work

Father...
I wish you would talk to me
Like you talk to her
I wish i understood your plan
I trust
Even though i don't see
or hear
I know i do not need
Bushes that burn
Skies that churn
Glossolalia
But you know me Dad
I like to *understand*

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