Monday, April 6, 2009

Paper and fire.

I am beginning to wear thin.
I'm feeling flimsy, and dry. 
The smallest spark might catch to me and burn me to ashes.

next step: beauty for ashes.

Lord, root me so deep in you.
Live in me, of the vine.
"If there's blood on roots, then there's blood on the branches."
-The Chariot

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