Saturday, December 11, 2004

The nameless

Consider this:

Each day a thousand ways to make
our heart feel lighter.

Each life of boundless ways to make
our meaning deeper.

Each moment an endless space to make
our selves closer.

Each thought a given chance to make
our living brighter.

Consider that there is no end.

We live for something
much greater than we are:

in a pool full of swimmers with a longing.

Come – find me. I am dying for your touch.