Posted by Literati on 6/8/2009, 5:02 am
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Standing still against the precipice of time,
I misinterpret the movements that I see in the distance,
This is not the wave that will crash upon the shore that I have been waiting for,
This is not the end of life,
This is something more...
Opening the doorways in the halls of time,
Looking for a reason for this unchanging rhyme,
There is not a doorway holding heaven's fire,
Judgement here has been delayed, and instead I hear a choir,
sweetly softly singing,
"God has stopped the seasons, and heaven and earth have come again, this time fresh and new"
I speak aloud, to assert what I am looking for,
"I am tired of waiting, I want something more"
I hear a voice from down the hall,
"You've no idea, all this time, what you've been waiting for..."
"...The sweetness of the whispers,
the softness of the dew,
you've been waiting all this time,
for what I'll give to you,
and all this time it's been there,
waiting there for you."
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