immortality waits sheathed in time
for the Revealing
for the Knowing what you’re made of
for the library receipts and philosophy and cedar berries and questions to fall away
meteors turned to metaphors
all creation waits
This entry was posted on December 15, 2013 by Grace. It was filed under Writing and was tagged with advent, christmas, poetry.
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Grace is an 24-year old poet, of sorts.
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