A Poem for Dancia
2009 Thomas R Farrell
Deep down
In parts of me that come without the places
With names that I thought I would remember ....
I am alone and know it is in my calling
And in my listening to That One who never ever leaves
Regardless how I feel ,,,,
I hate it when He fails to say a thing
And I get angry with how He treats His friends
And then when I am ready -- I tell Him to go home...
He smiles from the other side of darkness
And somehow I can feel the muscles of His face
And the greetings of His Posture though light has yet to come.
"I am Here, my sweetness, evermore...
Just trust me in the quiet and through the stillness in the Air
I never leave regardless of your feelings
Or the way you lie awake!"
Poetry by Tom Farrell
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Written on 2009-06-16 at 20:13
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2009 Thomas R Farrell
What She Told Me When I Asked
Deep down
In parts of me that come without the places
With names that I thought I would remember ....
I am alone and know it is in my calling
And in my listening to That One who never ever leaves
Regardless how I feel ,,,,
I hate it when He fails to say a thing
And I get angry with how He treats His friends
And then when I am ready -- I tell Him to go home...
He smiles from the other side of darkness
And somehow I can feel the muscles of His face
And the greetings of His Posture though light has yet to come.
"I am Here, my sweetness, evermore...
Just trust me in the quiet and through the stillness in the Air
I never leave regardless of your feelings
Or the way you lie awake!"
Poetry by Tom Farrell
Read 686 times
Written on 2009-06-16 at 20:13
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