Thursday, September 04, 2014


Between all the clutter
Beneath the disease
Above every mutter
You’ll find me at ease
Riding the crest of an opulent wave
Safe on His breast
From cradle to grave.
It isn’t so often,
Inform you I must
These ears of mine soften
And shake off the dust
In order to hear
The song of the earth
Which fills me with cheer
And a sense of rebirth
But when it does happen
I’m fondly reminded
That once all the rappin’
And noise has subsided
There’s more life inside
The silence and calm
Than in all the joy rides
I’ve ever been on.

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