A field in the distance
It’s edge is in the corner of class room windows
I can see it
Windows open on an Autumn day
Cool Wind blowing in memories of Eden
Dulled by my sense of touch
Life on the edge of death
The world is in its prime
Vibrancy fills my senses
I’m awake!
I long to see God again
My body hurts for it.
I’m excited
I just might jump out this second story
And find Eden for myself
They should really put screens on these windows
They may stop a bullet
But if you forget to close them
You can’t stop me.
Thank you for this beautiful day.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 11:51 AM UTC
A field in the distance
It’s edge is in the corner of class room windows
I can see it
Windows open on an Autumn day
Cool Wind blowing in memories of Eden
Dulled by my sense of touch
Life on the edge of death
The world is in its prime
Vibrancy fills my senses
I’m awake!
I long to see God again
My body hurts for it.
I’m excited
I just might jump out this second story
And find Eden for myself
They should really put screens on these windows
They may stop a bullet
But if you forget to close them
You can’t stop me.
Thank you for this beautiful day.
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