Thursday, January 13, 2005



Epiphany

Were I an epiphany
I’d open up
All you’ve locked inside.
That’s truth;
But it won’t set you free.
Living waters fine,
you’ve found
an unending well.
Well then,
How easily you could drown.

Why do you hide reality
In this place so hallowed,
Insecure.
Flaunting your freshly-graven,
Red and angry scars.
When your eyes, so battle-weary,
Belie their blue tranquility.