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10:53 p.m. - Thursday, May. 27, 2004 Sadness that lies bone deep Sadness that weighs heavily on flesh Flesh, way too tired, too long And what about anger.. Anger that stills it's sound But not anger's resonance.. Threatening to implode...saturated with grief..with rage...with love How do YOU manage 'this'... I ask myself... What can be learned from 'this'.. ...these painful, painful unrequite feelings? I don't know... Love is such a.....driving....force... Even misdirected. Even shunned.. Even shamed.. By its loving.. Yet, love is beauty, light, goodness One...source of all we strive for... Love...ability to love... inner treasure beyond all else.. that truly matters.. Without love.. What are we? So I welcome love... So I host it in my finest room Or perhaps, it hosts me?
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