Friday, February 17, 2006
~ Entering your courts with praise
~I will come before you with dancing
~Singing with such joy that I never known
~Prasing you with all I got
~for your name is great among the nations
~and I will worship you for you are my king,
~my God, my all, my everything
>Moments seemed to stop as I stared in anguish
>Time seemed to stand still as all that I worked hard
for dropped at my feet.
>Somehow breathing seems harder
>Somehow crying seems further
>Gazing at it made me more fearful
>Questions racedthrought my mind like running water
>Blaming myself or regretting perhaps
>It is harder to accept it in print
>in reality, in my face
>A stroke of glass seemed to strike my heart
>Breaking it, slashing it into a million trillion pieces
>There were no tears only sadness,
>Just pain, that familar pain which is back to haunt me
>To haunt me of my dreams, my aspirations
>and all tha I ever wanted to be
>the pain of falling, of disappointment of never doing better
>of perhaps the pain of God not being there again...
the beauty exposed ;
