silent words and poetry

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

A cry.

Brother you try to hurt me
while I try to offer peace
I don't have your understandings
but we are still the same
loved by one
Loved by god
so put down your poison arrows
drop your quiver at his feet
for you and I shall both reign in his peace
You are not foe
just a friend in disguise
pull away your garment clothes
so you may see you are me.
for we are all one image
yet with separated love
for he atoned fro you my brother
and is waiting for you to come
his dwelling of peace waits for you, oh brother
come dwell in him
drop your bondage, cast your coins
at his marvelous feet.
for we are all as peasants
starving for his love
so I worship at your feet

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