Solitude

A Poem By Ezra // 2/15/2010

 

Morning’s come
When light seeps, dusty-golden,
To the floor,
 
Dimly shows
These cloth-bound shapes, wooden boards;
I move back -
 
Draw my sheet
Closer, wonder through the sunlight
With my eyes,
 
Let them rest.
In all these silent moments
He will come.

Comments

Beautiful

No words come to mind after reading this - just quiet and longing for His presence.

Kyleigh | Mon, 02/15/2010

absolutely... gorgeous

I wish this was a song so it could be stuck in my head, playing over and over...

Anna | Mon, 02/15/2010

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

It's that feeling I get...

... every time I wake up in the morning I squint at the light, and then pull the covers back over my head.  "Let them rest."  Too little do I think, "He will come."

James | Mon, 02/15/2010

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"The idea that we should approach science without a philosophy is itself a philosophy... and a bad one, because it is self-refuting." -- Dr. Jason Lisle

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This is very simple and beautiful. Lovely.

Mairead | Tue, 02/16/2010

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"Sweet is the love that never knew a wound, but deeper that which died and rose again." - Mother Mary Francis

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