12/27/07
Write words that bleed out of me. my fingers ache and they start to type. Words that never mean enough. Letters that never bring salvation.
The sun and moon are so beautiful. They rise and fall, as I do. But in vain. Because the moon’s light can’t penetrate this darkness nor the sun’s warmth melt my frozen heart.
Days pass and I cry for them. They pass in vain.
Contemplation of beauty. Love. Wisdom. Peace. These come from God. All else is worthless.
