May142009

Burned;The Art of Obedience and Disobedience

My heart bleeds and yearns.
Longs with such a desire that it burns its own fire, out.
Tears fall and fall; withought any reason at all.
Etched upon my heart are the words from God’s mouth
Every now and then they rise up out of my throat and onto my tongue.
Spoken.
Othertimes, they stay and grow cold within the very depths of my soul,
blowing out the fire.
Unspoken.
The very reason why my heart scabs over.
Again and again, words unspoken, words unheard.
Fire blazing, fire burned.

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