Tart and bold, |
Bearing shared secrets behind them, they talk...
Sometimes encased in deep guile...
The gist of the matter at a glance,
Experience strolls while children prance...
The terrors in my life unclothe me with piercing...
Frail battle plans...
Now I'm not diseased meat on the medical table,
Tethered and frightened, unsure of my frame...
In the valley's warm morning air, I unexpectedly...
An early thought before the sky was heated...
Absence makes the heart go wander. |
What Christians get up to at church isn't half as important as how they behave everywhere else. |