Wednesday, December 29, 2010


I’m walking on stained glass windows
And finding angels in dustbins
My lungs expand and contract
With the miracle that gives life to dust
In my ribcage
And every day Your blood washes the earth
Making beautiful
Beauty, You are, and You give passion
To my living every day for You
Glory, to You, Artist, Father
Praises rip from my throat
In the wake of living
Joy, so much deeper than happiness
Erupting in beauty

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