Flecks of light
borne of glowing cinder,
rising in the rush,
the swirl of heated space.
A poor and humble offering
lifted to my Lord and God –
he who stokes the fires;
he who evokes the flames
in the coldest heart;
he who inhabits the
deepest dwelling of the soul –
the cave of wanderingwonderingimagining.
Offering
September 12, 2006 by walkingbroken
you know mr sng, you remind me of KRISHNA!
with a mordern twist though
oh you do realise you never finished showing us the movie which featured jim carrey! whatever the title is, cant remember. we have been “complaining” to mrs foo! well.. i do remember 4m complaining to her or someone else. whatever it is.. it will be kind of you to lend us the dvd afetr our o levels X)
dis is veri complexicated
*refuses to sit down and clap like a normal person*