15 February 2008

Re-Treat

Giver,

Do you remember when I ran away from every thing?

I tried reading Your Words.  
I tried singing Your songs.  
I tried listening for Your voice. 

But do you remember?  For all my lofty hopes, all I had to show was a midmorning nap in the sand above Your breakers.  

"I don't mind," You tell me,
& I'm starting to believe You.

2 comments:

ajn said...

i here by take back every vomiting noise/comment i have ever made toward you.
truce?

bdh said...

truce