I wrote this last night after getting off of work and reading a passage in Proverbs in a very peaceful spot. I'm not saying it is a finely written piece of work...but it does exemplify how I was feeling at the time. I hope you enjoy it. Constructive criticism/suggestions are welcome as well. It is still unedited for the most part.
The title is a working title at this time...
MOONLIT PRAISES
Holy book wide open
being devoured by thirsty ears,
Locusts singing praises
to the one Most Holy...
In the moonlit shadow of the Cross.
Hungry soul seeking wisdom
from tear-stained pages,
While locusts sing nightly
to the one Most Holy...
In the moonlit shadow of the Cross.
Stars shine down
upon a prostrated form,
Joining the locusts in praise
to the one Most Holy...
As angels rejoice...
In the moonlit shadow of the Cross.
5-6-09
By: ME
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