Wednesday, 11 March 2009

Distinctively Colored



All I end doing,
I slow down as I try to see,
try to hear,

my hands cease from sleeping,
and people whisper to my ear,

And the air I breathe,
the minutes quickly turn into hours,

the body that holds me,
and the sound of big and tall wind...

...my trust in you!


Words unexpected,

words of a forgiving friend,

words understandable,

words of a loving Father!



You bring into view,

You enlighten my way

despite all my foibles!


my trust in you!