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Nicodemus
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Monday, March 30, 2009
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Today I wanted to post some of my writing... I actually found this while I was cleaning out my computer. I think I wrote it in 2008 sometime...
Gray am I, but cloaked in black
- the shroud of a coward
And here spared no humility.
But you prescribe
Water and fire to wipe away the muck.
How many times must I climb back in?
Old as I am, grayed, leaving all behind
To come out again -
tiny, wrinkled, helpless?
How many times to be made new?
Still afraid, and still ashamed,
I feel the fire inside of me
But it's a slow burn
The soundless cry of anguish
The pain of labor, the push of desperation
but nothing coming
yet.
My words betray my doubt -
As if my coming had not!
Will you still suffer to answer me this:
Are you who you say you are?
and how long until your words
finally
pierce
this calloused heart?
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