That is pretty powerful stuff
The stuff that makes a person into god
The soul set free to be
On the rivers edge the water runs from high to low
Back to the sea
The lowest place we know
The land pushes skyward
The planet pushing out into the Universe
A confined system floating in space
trapped and pulled together
by gravity
The weight of the soul can not be measured
the wait of the soul eternal
In darkness there is no light
The veil of the truth is a lie cast upon those unsuspecting
the secret is known when shown where to look
found in a place to be exposed for all to see
Taking a stand
Silenced for a moment
Revealed for years
Maybe eternity
By whom -
Thursday, March 3, 2011
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