While some might think it absurd to share their thoughts with the world, here I am, placing my mind on display for all (who desire) to see. These are my innermost thoughts and feelings, the mechanics of my brain. I am placing them here because I need to write to maintain my sanity. So here, in a sense is my journal, unlocked and left open, simply waiting to be read.
Wednesday 11 July 2012
Coarse hands, clean hearts
Punctured hands wash our feet
rough and calloused skin scrubs away the dirt
The clear water becoming opaque and cloudy.
We are Israeli doors in Egypt
Your blood on our brows
Sin's plague passing us by
Washing in the blood of the Adonai.
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