Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Inside, broken, alive

Hollow me 
Hollow you 

Dig in deep and plant a seed.
Water it daily and watch it grow.

We can know much more. 
Fruit and fantasy in stow.

Broken plates upon are backs
How did we get off track?

Voice and light call us back 
To the narrow road we must go. 

Sheep we shear beside the journeys tide. 
This wave we must ride. 

Boats and tunnels,
Shapes and swallows 
Fling upwind by and by. 

Stained by windows open, painted in our minds. 
These are not ours to own
These are not ours to own

But we can burn them behind locked doors 
Smashed wide open with the Spirits sword.

We were not made to be broken
We were not made to be broken. 

Hurt you
Hurt me

Let Him fill us and we will grow. 



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