Silence, empty air
filled with presence.
Memory,
washes against
the steps
but cannot reach
me.
I stand before you
still amid the silence
and wait
for eternity.
Solid and unmoving
smooth,
against my palms.
I breath in the breath
of You.
You pour out
of my heart
and my hands.
Holy Fire.
An empty moment, filled
Posted by Christina- at 8:06 AM Labels: poetry, prayer Sunday, June 24, 2007
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