Jun 2018
Quiet is the honest whisper
When all the distractions are at an end
When your head hits the pillow
Your heart hits your ribs
And your mind's eye opens
To these inevitable ends
How we seek to wear ourselves so thin
How we think the future is better than
This present moment known to you
But the quiet whisper knows no lie
The honest whisper knows the truth
When all the distractions are at an end
When your head hits the pillow
Your heart hits your ribs
And your mind's eye opens
To these inevitable ends
How we seek to wear ourselves so thin
How we think the future is better than
This present moment known to you
But the quiet whisper knows no lie
The honest whisper knows the truth
From the Sleepless Feet collection.
And I'm not commenting on depression here. This one is about the frailty of humanity. About the inadequacy of human works which are devoid of the Lords blessing. Because all we do that's for ourselves, will hold no worth beyond this world.
And I'm not commenting on depression here. This one is about the frailty of humanity. About the inadequacy of human works which are devoid of the Lords blessing. Because all we do that's for ourselves, will hold no worth beyond this world.
