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Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Peepholes


I’m a speck on the ground
Mere flesh in the darkness
I’ve come here to reach the Heights
Upon my back, the air is still
The slanted drive way is cold
Amidst the passing clouds
The moon looks out an atmospheric window
The stars are like peepholes
Celestial beings gaze through in wonder
In this moment of solitude
I rub shoulders with angels
I can feel the breath of demons
And above the ringing in my ears
I hear the One whisper that He is here

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