poetries & confessions.

| lay down | lay down your weary tune | lay down the song you strum and rest yourself | 'neath the strength of strings no voice can hope to hum | and let the morning breeze like a bugle blow against the drums of dawn | and be struck by the sounds before the sun knowing that the night is gone | and stand unwound beneath the skies and clouds unbound by laws | unbound by laws | and rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings no voice can hope to hum |

February 12, 2009

Ephesians

Outstretched, wounded,
span hung and pounded,
yet reaching, resounded
through commonwealth astounded
and the Gentiles allow-ed.
Posted by Riley at 11:18 AM

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