Thursday, February 21, 2008

More Grass than Flowers

Life is like that old oak tree,
that stands outside my house,
Life is like the golden sky,
when morning wakes in wonder,

All in all, it's not a bad thing,
this life in a far country.
But every time the curtain rolls,
and our eyes get bigger,
and our minds get captured,
is a moment fraught with meaning.

Life is like an open field,
with way more grass than flowers,
Life is like a burning flame,
that needs the wood and tinder,

Tiny shoots of life surround me,
sleeping at the banquet,
Oh for new eyes,
a heart with passion,
and the confidence to love.

mark.

1 comment:

a girl named heather said...

thanks for the comment!
the morning and me get along well. :-)

i'm doing great.
my relationship with God lately has been too sweet. and that makes life worth the living... haha without sounding cliche, of course

how are you?