Wednesday, June 01, 2005

Do Not Presume

The sky is deep, and I have come
To find its limits with probing hands
And grasp the stars with pale fingers
To find the End.
The first star sliced palm to bone;
The second found me handless.
The third took my arms,
The fourth my legs,
The fifth my head,
Till only my throbbing heart remained.
Pulsing fast and frozen in place;
No hands to do work,
No legs to carry,
No head to reason;
Only a heart, bare and dying.
But watch as a Light draws near
And forms body, legs and head,
A body of silver to protect
A heart that beats with Truth.
~M.G.

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