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November 2008 
all these grasping hands
Posted on May 24th, 2007
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Metta
Metta
is that your eye, lord, that twinkles
your lips that kiss
your hand that moves over me like warm water
you are the wine of my drunkeness
you are his voice that dives deeply
you are the backward walk I take
when it gets too much
even with all these grasping hands
it is always yours that I am reaching for
your lips that kiss
your hand that moves over me like warm water
you are the wine of my drunkeness
you are his voice that dives deeply
you are the backward walk I take
when it gets too much
even with all these grasping hands
it is always yours that I am reaching for
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WOW! This is incredible…. I love it… what a beautiful love expressed!
thank you, thank you, thank you :o )
For God's sake Metta, call the Guy up. Go out for a grainburger. Take Him dancing. You're killing me here. Nobody does it better.:o)
:o )
First, my heart did that squeezy-stop thing and I thought, “What an amazingly beautiful poem about God!” Then I wondered if I was twisted and it wasn't about God at all. Then I saw you tagged it with 'god', so I am going to go with 'if I am twisted, you are too'. haha.
it's the best (and only way) to be twisted… to find God in everything… yes, it was about earthly love and finding God in it… and how in that search/experience, there is only reaching for God's hands…
yeah, I'm twisted… glad to find a kindred twisted “sister” :o )
Metta
Ahhhh! Beautiful! I recognize this.