i said i wouldn't subject you to my poetry, so forgive me going back on my word. i also suck at HTML, so just pretend that the dashes are tabs. :)
Mark 9:24 (for the Venables and Athan)
a bird by-
----tip of branch
----in tip of beak;
i search sky-
----ink in hand
----to write or speak
words?
my son sleeps-
----unaware
----of heart's pale beat;
my friends weep-
----spent eyes there.
----in need we seek
prayer.
clouds roll through-
----sun and shade,
----so faith and fear;
seeking You
----words evade.
----be Healer near
please
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beautiful
We're honored that you wrote us a poem, especially one for us AND Athan. Love you.
wow - that is so beautiful!
Put me down on the weeping list -- at first out of desperation and anguish and now as a result of my relief and appreciation for God's healing. Thank you, Holy One, for protecting our precious Athan.
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