Saturday, December 13, 2008
Here I am again G-d
H ere I am again G-d, heart in hand and soul naked, stripped of all that helps me fake it in this world that you've created. I have kept silent much too long I have kept silent to hear better the noises, the voices that call to me, from the blue of the sky, from the grass, from the trees. You have heard them G-d, You know them, they are the voices of hope that give men maimed in battle new hands and blind men sight, teaching them a new way to cope. They are the noises of the crackling fires set...
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