Monday, October 25, 2010

Grace Upon My Lips


                         Grace Upon My Lips



                  Fan from this base
                                 A flame which reaches for heaven
                                 For that is the only chance
                 Of reaching you.
                                 Yet closeness can’t come
                                 For fear of singeing you
                                 As you’re held high above
                                 This aching ground.
                                 Float beyond my solid reach
                 Towards the purity of the sky
                                 Here your image will always be
                                 The praise of beauty,
                 The song of art,
                                 The one to amaze and beautify
                                 The claims of the clouds.
                 This earth shall only tarnish
                                 And stain with every step
                                 So free your shadows to the winds
                 Look over those who sing your air
                                 And take pains to know
                                 The terra-prisoned souls
                 Who view your perfect pristine.

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