There is an ancient forest within my soul Or a soul, blowing in the wind through an ancient forest within my chest There, at the center of this ancient forest, a gnarled table within the center of my soul Everything I need is here, within the forest, in the space between God and I, resting, …
My name holds a story yet to be told...
The silence of God is deafening, my ears are bleeding...
Worship. Knees bowed, hands raised. Try it. Sing louder, sing softer, quiet...
Adonis sulks into the room...
Summer, the gentle friend of innocence...
"I have romanticized fantasy and fantasized on loveless comedy..."
Silver spoon bought too soon, in mockery of the Church...
Nothing but the wind, window rolled down on the interstate...
Put tongue depressors on depressed confessors. It's much better. It's cold in church so I wear a sweater. Letters on my jacket. Sin light as a feather...
