#19

November 7, 2010 § 1 Comment

I am
Searching for sanctity in a world
Where fists fight for foundations
And concrete is all that is solid

I am
Waiting for wonder in a world
Where feet fly over holy ground
And knees buckle beneath the weight

I am
Listening for love in a world
Where words weave winding trails
And come to rest on doorposts

I am
Finding fever in a world
Where heat holds hope a hostage
And the most fragile skin is burned

I am
Drowning in noise in a world
Where days are draped in deafness
And distant echos can’t be heard

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