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It no longer exists. The wind; a passing gale sweeps my laurels. The desert is filled, too many my voice. Origin, a return to birth. A sword of blazing fire, winged halts me. Where are you Eden? I look and look, the desert is filled with voices too many, which is mine or do i have any? The sun no weeps, I sing. Myself, I find, thick of leaves I carry, it sings no longer green. Winged fire sword ablaze, use I, leaves dry. Outstretched, brown, my arms, fail to sky afire. Feet my burns, I no walk longer. Stiff, I root my tree to flower. Fragrant white flowers, settle. Pray I to you, of hope I joy. Bring life to water, Frame of sky Bring, Abba, Father. (Paolo Jerome D. Cristobal - February 1, 2011)
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Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 12:43 PM UTC
Garden: Eviction
It no longer exists. The wind; a passing gale sweeps my laurels. The desert is filled, too many my voice. Origin, a return to birth. A sword of blazing fire, winged halts me. Where are you Eden? I look and look, the desert is filled with voices too many, which is mine or do i have any? The sun no weeps, I sing. Myself, I find, thick of leaves I carry, it sings no longer green. Winged fire sword ablaze, use I, leaves dry. Outstretched, brown, my arms, fail to sky afire. Feet my burns, I no walk longer. Stiff, I root my tree to flower. Fragrant white flowers, settle. Pray I to you, of hope I joy. Bring life to water, Frame of sky Bring, Abba, Father. (Paolo Jerome D. Cristobal - February 1, 2011)
I...I think of it as a prayer. Read it line by line, each line a pause at the end. *Title renamed from 'Finding Eden' to' Garden: Eviction'
#prayer#god#rain#nature#desert#angels#spirituality#dryness
lakunoc
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lakunoc
33/M/Filipino
Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 12:43 PM UTC
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