![]() your nameA Poem by m.s.earlyAt first I noticed the cover, engraved leather, chic, expensive, gold leaf. The hands turning pages never appeared, but one by one they turned until mine was read and every lie I ever told. I stood bare faced most vulnerable as I could recall listening to each ear shattering syllable in the presence of His sinless grace. He called your name and love before it and I wept.
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16 Reviews Added on March 20, 2014 Last Updated on March 20, 2014 Author![]() m.s.earlyVAAbout"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep." -Salman Rushdie more..Writing
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