Sunday, Jan. 18, 2004 - 3:30 p.m.
I am the man behind the glass wall; not so short;
Not so tall.
Not so big enough
To be that wall!
I shed Tears to flow like the river that feeds the land;
The Mountains; the Valleys,
The Beaches at hand.
So Grand!
In you I have laid my eggs;
As does the hard shelled creatures from below.
With you I entrust my future
As does the Dove, the Sparrow, the Eagle! And so…
Reaching out to you.
Seeing you there in my minds eye.
Feeling your heat.
And not your breath upon my ear?
Like a hand upon the glass,
A prisoner.
A convicted man with his convictions.
Reaching out; seeing you; but not feeling your touch in return…
Oh how the passion burns!
With the Mighty Lord do I argue?
And he does not answer?
But you do!
You speak to me loudly.
Yet proudly.
And with a submissive love do you join me.
Find Me! Find me before it is too late!
I await thee. Love me!
