Monday, May 22, 2006

You Belong Here


Barren land, no one. How well you have adapted.
You find the vessel he left you, empty and coated with mud.
You throw it in the pile, it cracks as easily as the others.

Wandering, wondering, waiting. Warm breeze renews you.
This seemingly hostile land becomes comfortable and right.
You have nothing and everything at the same time. Your Trust provides all your needs.