3/9/12

words of life

the Creator says "speak"
and for a moment
the breath catches
my lungs, as it were, frozen
afraid
I'm afraid all that will come out will be a
squeak
how could dirty flesh and blood
speak holy
cry out fire and glory?
paralyzed
but there is a coal in the angel's hand
blood red
and praise
cannot be restrained



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