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My King’s grace sings to me,
Softly and boldly,
It grows faster than this thistle.
Rich and sweet as a honey-suckle.
He pours down to me
Ungrateful as I am, I thank Thee.
it made me think that you are describing both love and making love
sorry...just an impression
it is interesting how it brings to mind (at least mine) two subjects...one tangible and the other is not...
simple and yet it carries different meanings for different people, but then again that is not so uncommon.
what IS uncommon is such a deceptively simple piece that hides so many layers (at least those that i have seen)
sorry if i offended
|| Posted on 2008-03-04 00:00:00 | by rubymoon | [ Reply to This ] || "it grows faster than this thistle..." how beautiful is this line? very.|
this is awesome in its simplicity. not as in "way cool" awesome but as in "wow" awesome.
i have no nothing to critique here, just a little comment to say i like this. lots.
oooh and the last line, i can so relate. lovely.
still i can't figure out how to write something so simple yet so pure and deep...
thanks for sharing this. sincerely.
|| Posted on 2008-02-19 00:00:00 | by eno1 | [ Reply to This ] |