Friday, July 06, 2007

blood and sand

"Weakness can take the form of strength
Like insecurity takes the form of pride
The setting sun can take the form
Of a full moon on the rise
Sand can carry out to sea
Evidence of transgressions like sandal tracks
But never has there been a wave
That could carry away the past
A tongue can take the form of a knife
Like manipulation masquerades as care
A pointed phrase can bleed the heart dry
Faster than truth becomes a dare
Sand can coat the wound
And dry the blood of severed things
But never has there been a grain
That could sugarcoat the sting"




Anonymous Anonymous said...

Very appropriate,my love. I hear your heart. Take courage. God is near and He knows. You are a child of the King.
I love you, Mom

2:27 AM

Blogger kddub said...

thank you

8:09 PM


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