Sunday, June 18, 2006

ironic peace

A shimmer of beauty exists in the confusion of our words and wants. We cannot say what will emerge, and it doesn't matter. But as we decipher the parameters of who we are I give you my thanks for creating a peaceful place for me in the chaos.

Today I know for certain that you’re my cherished friend.

Away from the noise, alone with You. Away, I wait to hear Your voice and meet with You. Nothing else matters. My one desire is to worship You.

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