![]() Jesus SandA Poem by Joshua McCormickIf there was more for me to say It'd be said with a golden tongue Out there, out there I've been out there Where the golden rule is won.
I come in repose For I am a man, A man with a hand of iron. He sits atop the Jesus-sand: The sand above a lion.
His face is dirt, his mind a seed And to blossom will be rebirth Out from the dirt, a hint of weeds His body becomes the earth.
If I were him Each strand of hair Would be a string of time I'd know, I'd know Just how to Construct every fading line.
It's very simple, I have told the ones who wish were me, Just let your feet become the rocks On the bottom of the sea. © 2008 Joshua McCormick |
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Added on May 14, 2008 Last Updated on May 14, 2008 Author
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