Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Grace of Hope

You know the inner heart of me.
My strength and weakness, wants and needs.

Reading my thoughts before I give indication.
Numbing my pain with beauty's elation.
I savor each syllable of every novella's tenderness.
Imagined voice still compelling beckons, none the less.

To exist in your space and dwell in your grace. 
To breathe your breath and look upon your face. 
Yearning of warmth in a cold empty night. 
Seeking of You in a life without life.

1 comment:

  1. Awesome post Mr. Bogle! You sure have a talent with your writing!!!