.
when poetry reads me, or i meet
the ocean to feel the salt sprayed air
inside my chest; when music heals me
hears me and sears me; when pictures
catch the best of life; when flowers stretch
and work their details out up on the stem;
when hands meet hearts, and warm bodies
still my bloodline's anxious ripples; when
breathing begets breathing forgets death,
when somehow i survive my latest breath
it is then, and only then,
that I believe in God.
4 comments:
i love it.
Love this. Thank you.
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Ashley, did you get my e-mail and facebook message? I'm really curious to read your reaction :)
I did! :)
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