SOMETHING SLOW
Dear God, Your majesty, Your highness stands
Much higher than
The orders of our ego-smitten world
In self so curled
That not unless You cut us free, unwrap
Our arms that strap
Our selves within ourselves all tethered sick
Of living quick...
We long for something slow and pure and true
Like loving You.
D. Edgar Lamp
www.TheDailyPoem.org
Rhyming Couplets
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
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