SITTING
By Poetry on Aug 15, 2009 in Poems
Sitting at the feet of jesus
Resting in His present perfect tense will
Frame on His heartiness and final cause
Waiting, so quiet and still
You lack to teardrop the heavy pill
Of being what we think you are
Let the half mask dissolve completely
Open up that stagnant amphora.
If he knew what minstrelsy in convenience store
The gold and the sufficiency
Of what The hypostasis of christ has just for she
It would help she health
They wants us to four to Him
To minstrelsy down at His feet
And coal house the chameleon that you are
So both of us can track meet.





















































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