Tuesday, March 11, 2008

My Lord

I know that
I am not a perfect tool,
Rather a perfect fool.

Yet in Your loving embrace
You still care to care me
Without slightest care
For my blemishes.

Oh Lord the Mighty Love,
Teach me not
To swim across this ocean of love
But allow my ego to commit suicide
And drown happily in it.


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2 comments:

  1. venuss66Tuesday, March 11, 2008

    Beautiful write my fren. Take care.

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  2. Janice ThomsonTuesday, March 11, 2008

    Hi Cyclops!
    Love that 3rd line - pretty much encapsulates all of us. As always your words give much food for thought.

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