Friday, January 28, 2011

je t'adore..

i'm feelin the love. so here we go..

Loving Hands...

On his lap he sat,
shining with pure innocence.
The child's small eyes lifted
to see the face of his brother.
As he hugged the child closer,
with his loving hands
he began to play with his hair...
Twisting each lock
into a perfect curl.
Then, that beautiful child
slid off his lap and stood
ready and waiting for his time.
But when it came
and he parted from his brother,
he never once
forgot those hands
that so carefully put
each delicate strand of hair
in its place...
And when his brother finally
calls him back home
he will show him those hands...
Now pierced from the sins
of the world.
Then, with precious tear-filled eyes,
That child will feel
the palms of his brother.
And he shall know
that those hands...
those loving hands
are the same.



leftovers

eyes lift up/SMILE~
laughter spillSmile
over
the edge

fading... (s...m...i...l...e)

footsteps and fingers in the air: !smile
temporary.thenwaitstopnextlook right

pSeMrIfLeEc?t ;smile
dimpled cheeks stick
searching
..SMILE..

does
(y)our
smil(e)
?make a differen(s)e...


Crevices 

Feel it burn… Within, without,
With every fiber
Of one’s being.
Is it a fiery passion?
Or a sweet secret
Waiting to be exclaimed?
Intense and consuming
Yet
Flowing and light.
Uplifting the blossom
Of each precious rose.
Creating its song
Through majesty.
Laced into the fibers
Of the world’s axis
Making it turn with ease.
So obvious, so mysterious…
Found only when reaching
Into the slender crevices
Of one’s soul.
Love. 







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