I love the color in these leaves...
it's like the hand of God,
brushed across the tops of them,
somehow made them bleed,
they look soft as a lamb's wool,
but they stood the test of storms,
it only took a little time to see the buds
then He'll write another line about
How, He's looking out for me and you,
just like He does the leaf,
His hand trembles every time we fall,
and tears fall in His grief.
He loves everything He made,
most things love Him back
But me and you will strain to leave
And sometimes, the rope will slack
My angular and wandering travels....
- Wayne Cook
- Duncanville, TX, United States
- I'm an international person, having spent 6+years of my youth in various Central and South American countries. Within my occupation as a television engineer, I've since traveled back to Mexico several times to film various religious sites, to Ireland to film a video documentary on the life of St. Patrick, to Portugal and England. Each time I took hundreds of pictures, wrote songs and poems about the things I saw and heard and felt go on around me, and tried to absorb a sense for what people in each locale thought. How they love, how they see, how they think.... My other sites: www.myspace.com/mothtoacandle http://community.webshots.com/user/waynocook www.soundclick.com/eddieaustin
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