A dark world woke up slowly outside my upstairs glass. Shadows thinned, foggy shapes became clear, vision uncloudy. Now we see through a glass, darkly, but then face to face. Lord, pull the clouds of the world back from my thoughts, cut through my dullness, that I may see you today.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Through a glass, darkly
A dark world woke up slowly outside my upstairs glass. Shadows thinned, foggy shapes became clear, vision uncloudy. Now we see through a glass, darkly, but then face to face. Lord, pull the clouds of the world back from my thoughts, cut through my dullness, that I may see you today.
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Soooo pretty! Thank you!
Miss Alice, if I may be so bold . . .you need to turn your hand to writing. Now that may seem like a funny thing to say as your ARE writing here. But I guess I mean MORE writing, like, story writing, or in-depth comentary. The world of literature is desperately lacking what you have. Okay, maybe my world of literature is.
Tyson - Coming from you, that is high praise. Thank you. I'm glad you're enjoying.
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