I Am But Clay In The Potter's Hand

"We are the clay, you are the potter; We are all the work of your hand." -Isaiah 64:8

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

After the Cold


I wanna drown in a sea of wild grass.

Nothing between the earth and my bare feet.
We are One.

Running with the wind, I could fly away.
The closest to Home that I'll ever be.

Posted by Jess at 9:27:00 PM

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