Dec 2014
A picture says a 1000 words but poems speak where senses fail. I can’t remember or recall my awaked dreams scribbled with scattered penmanship.
Before ink dries I cry in the passionate silence of inner groaning till I exploded into the unknown. I don’t know my poems but they new me….
1 year later on the date I read them for the first time and saw the faces of yesterday’s fear in full ignorance. ….
OO poem you waited in my timid soul so to face my yesterday right now.
I wish to kiss you but you’ve passed on….leaving a poetic obituary of the human journey,, where present words fail…. Holy Spirit guided me from death into life……..”seek and you will find” ……..
Before ink dries I cry in the passionate silence of inner groaning till I exploded into the unknown. I don’t know my poems but they new me….
1 year later on the date I read them for the first time and saw the faces of yesterday’s fear in full ignorance. ….
OO poem you waited in my timid soul so to face my yesterday right now.
I wish to kiss you but you’ve passed on….leaving a poetic obituary of the human journey,, where present words fail…. Holy Spirit guided me from death into life……..”seek and you will find” ……..
