Sunday, 4 March 2007

XXVII: There's a hole

There’s a hole in my heart –
It helps my life-blood flow.

There’s a hole in my head –
It lets in fresh air.

There’s a hole in my soul –
It’s open and waiting for You.
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  1. Jim Swindle5 March 2007 at 09:45

    Thank God for those holes.
    They let the life flow through.

    Thanks for the poem. I love how you use simplicity and whimsy while communicating the profound.

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  2. BunnyGirl5 March 2007 at 23:36

    I'm with Jim, it's why I love to visit this blog. There's always something here that speaks to me.

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