diana31483
Member
- Joined
- Feb 13, 2004
- Messages
- 299
Lord, Whoever, thank you for this air
I'm about to in-exhale, this hutch
in the woods, the wood of fire,
the light-both lamp and the natural stuff
of leaf-back,fern, and wing.
For the piano, the shovel
for ashes, the moth-gnawed
blankets, the stone-cold water
stone-cold:thank you
Thank you Lord, coming for the carry me here-where I'll gnash it out,
Lord, where I'll calm and work,
Lord, thank you for the birds singing in the morning time to wake me up
in the morning.
I'm about to in-exhale, this hutch
in the woods, the wood of fire,
the light-both lamp and the natural stuff
of leaf-back,fern, and wing.
For the piano, the shovel
for ashes, the moth-gnawed
blankets, the stone-cold water
stone-cold:thank you
Thank you Lord, coming for the carry me here-where I'll gnash it out,
Lord, where I'll calm and work,
Lord, thank you for the birds singing in the morning time to wake me up
in the morning.