by Fa-So-La-La
In spoken Word and
the speaking of it lies the
beginning of all- a Word
was my entrance, was
the wings of my flight; with
Word I approach my God
And the Word was God
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Pleasant words are as an honeycomb, sweet to the soul, and health to the bones.
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5 comments:
Wow. Architectural poetry. Love the two column effect of the bolds. Write more. Please.
I meant that-- the Word is the structure that holds this poem together, as it is the structure of life in subjection to it.
That's really amazing Fa-so-la-la. You said so much in such a tiny space, especially with the bold effect. I agree with the Queen...please write more! :-)
I enjoyed this so much. I share your heart on this. Keep it up!
Cool, i guess i'll let you write another one. 1 week and 2 days!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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