I am
deep
I call to deep
Swift waters running through caverns in the dark
swirling cool and clear
light flashing through the open sky seen from windows in high vaults hewn from solid rock
strength and flexibility soft and ever flowing ever changing
depth unplumbed unknown unfathomed
some mystery some clarity some tenderness some lonely call to the sea where home lies.
Shall I make it there?
Or will I wither into a foggy mist taken by the wind to mountains far away?
Who will drink
Who will come to taste the sweetness to be found?
Is the effort not worth the goodness?
Will thirst not prevail and bring you?
Deep calls to you.
I call to deep
Swift waters running through caverns in the dark
swirling cool and clear
light flashing through the open sky seen from windows in high vaults hewn from solid rock
strength and flexibility soft and ever flowing ever changing
depth unplumbed unknown unfathomed
some mystery some clarity some tenderness some lonely call to the sea where home lies.
Shall I make it there?
Or will I wither into a foggy mist taken by the wind to mountains far away?
Who will drink
Who will come to taste the sweetness to be found?
Is the effort not worth the goodness?
Will thirst not prevail and bring you?
Deep calls to you.
I am
light
I call to light
dancing shifting shining through space and time brilliant and full of colour
bouncing reflecting floating about, penetrating the dark effortlessly
joy strength and warmth I bring, illuminating and lifting faster than a blink
I do not end.
I do not weaken
only the eye forgets to perceive, as far I travel
No one can capture me
My reach is ever growing.
I'm like no other.
I call to light
dancing shifting shining through space and time brilliant and full of colour
bouncing reflecting floating about, penetrating the dark effortlessly
joy strength and warmth I bring, illuminating and lifting faster than a blink
I do not end.
I do not weaken
only the eye forgets to perceive, as far I travel
No one can capture me
My reach is ever growing.
I'm like no other.
Who
will come to play with me?
I am reflection of creator.
I am reflection of creator.
the
many facets we are made of
and
how if one only focuses on a single facet
they
miss out on the others
perhaps
better?
perhaps
not
but
so much of us goes unnoticed
and
unappreciated
and
does not all of our beauty yearn to be seen?
we
are made to shine
to
be noticed
to
be reflections of God himself
how
far we are from home
from
who we were made to be...
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