Friday, June 5, 2009

Retreat of Silence Poem 4

Lord,
bend me as the wind the trees
pull me as the moon the seas
hug me as the moss the stone
build me as the marrow bone
cover me as dew the grass
shape me as the blower's glass

2 comments:

Belinda said...

I like this one. I don't think you read it to me, but if you did, sorry I forgot 0=)

Matt said...

@Belinda: I didn't read it to you. I think this is my least favorite of the five.