you shake me from
my sleep. begging
me to wake, to follow.
If you look close
enough you might
realize subconsciousness
has been stitched
into my skin
It is more apart
of me than my
own
voice.
my words are tinted by this endless aching
and when left
to my own devices
I will sink back.
It's crying has
made me numb to
other voices.
yet
you,
of all people
have caught me.
oh a master of silence
and brokenness.
can't you fix the bent reeds worn down by time
xx
I WAS WAITING FOR THIS. WITH BATED BREATH.
ReplyDeleteAND OHHHHHHHHHH HOW MY LONGING IS FULFILLED.
isaiah 42:3 a bruised reed He will not break, and a smoldering wick He will not snuff out. In faithfulness He will bring forth justice.
everyone knows that bent reeds die. and yet He does not break us. for we will be raised up too, into glory with Christ. hallelujah. <3 i love you.
that's my addy. thank you thank you. you did it! how great a wonder is He? i love to infinity and beyond.
DeleteA master of silence...love that. And such a beautiful photo! ^-^
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