I was so busy , so involved
polishing and shining all my troubles trespasses and faults
polishing them with my thoughts pulling them through my mind
shining them with endless repetition till it is rote
coddling them to my heart
Woe is me.. an ancient call of victims everywhere
And She laughed a glorious silver cascade that began in a soft chuckle and the scent of lilies
And I was offended
Who had dared to make fun of me?
Who would belittle my close held misery?
What could they know of my pain?
And She laughed ..
softly I felt the warm embrace that is my Lady
Child ..What is this?
Tell me why you collect these woes What pleasure can it bring?
But Lady..if I don't keep them polished and true how will anyone know?
And She laughed,
Exactly, My child
and She threw my carefully polished stones into the air and the scent of Lilly's rained down.
And She laughed...and I laughed
Solitaire - 2007@copywrite
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 5:23 PM UTC
I was so busy , so involved
polishing and shining all my troubles trespasses and faults
polishing them with my thoughts pulling them through my mind
shining them with endless repetition till it is rote
coddling them to my heart
Woe is me.. an ancient call of victims everywhere
And She laughed a glorious silver cascade that began in a soft chuckle and the scent of lilies
And I was offended
Who had dared to make fun of me?
Who would belittle my close held misery?
What could they know of my pain?
And She laughed ..
softly I felt the warm embrace that is my Lady
Child ..What is this?
Tell me why you collect these woes What pleasure can it bring?
But Lady..if I don't keep them polished and true how will anyone know?
And She laughed,
Exactly, My child
and She threw my carefully polished stones into the air and the scent of Lilly's rained down.
And She laughed...and I laughed
Solitaire - 2007@copywrite
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