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Estoria ------------------------------------------- Estoria in the mind of time held me in a pause I was in and of it the sound The spectacular beauty In the highest of senses And yet I was alone and afraid, Afraid of the beauty Afraid of the sound, Afraid of how I might look up against the eyes of the almighty Standing in the hands of god. And yet I allowed for a certain weakness and frustration to come over me, How is it that I should be judged by those so far below me, I who indeed tower greatly above all else, excepting Him, Who has allowed to attain such an extravagant height. Who has in fact lifted me and put me where I now reside in His awesome shadow, But no longer in the shadows of others, For now it is I who am the shadow over them In time my senses have grown to a miraculous new concept of existence, As my physical body wears away in death and in rot, I see still, I see with the eyes of god and I hear in his ears, He grants me all things and I want for nothing, He grants me what no others have And as I rot here my sickly flesh reveals the last remnants of my humanity, My eternal grin, peeking showily through the flesh of what was my face And the slow, steady rhythm of my ever beating heart |
This is really beautiful, I loved it and your style was really wonderful as well as written well with a great flow. Absolutely beautiful and I love that you have God in this. A spiritual delight!!!| Posted on 2006-08-11 00:00:00 | by Molly Densmore | [ Reply to This ] | |