Voices


Cleverly they do, with lightfilled wonder,
make broken fences mend,
and bent lines curl,
ever the road to walking,
leading doorways to larger rooms,
making echos of the walls and ceilings.

Float to the highest level,
and make bumping stops to travel slowly,
across the constrictions,until,
in seeking we find an open window,
and lift up our hearts,
let go and let free,
forgive and partake.
Most heartily given,
they are recieved,
by a glad heart they are accepted.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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