Four Terrific Graces
warmth ©
Copyright 1999, Douglas Decicco, 181 Dogwood Lane, South Windsor, CT
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just Warmth
mmmmmmm
pressure, more, more
hurt, terror
out, get out!
sudden cold
sudden breathlessness
more terror
inhale
Pain
squeeze the cold out
aaaaaaagain
can't stop
nothing matters
I'm empty
I'm doomed
just Pain
listen
I hear something, those words I've heard before
I get that, somehow it is true
closer, closer
lord
Lord, I can see
I can see!
You are beautiful
why in the dirt again?
I gave this up, and this too
I can't stand before Him
weaker, weaker, broken
I'm dust
here i am, Lord
here i am, Lord
listen
nothing is mine?
nothing?
nothing
people are here
they are Yours
They are beautiful
even The Lost are beautiful
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