Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Ardency

Beauty which demands my attention,
my affection, my devotion,
my love, my sacrifice,
my being, my self,
my waking, my breath,
my beginning,
my breaking,
my end,
and this flimsy devotion.

Love which lifts my soul
from the shell within
to the heavens above
in the relentless resounding din
across the shoals of friction
to the reverberation in You.

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