Monday, February 13, 2012


I just read T. S. Eliot's The Waste Land and thought I'd try my hand at some more abstract poetry.

Red, the richest color
The deepest, the truest
The color of blood, of love
Of sacrifice
Of all the deep emotions known to man
Of pain
And fire
Of hearts ripped in two
And two hearts bound together

Lord, let me be deep like that
Let me be crimson deep
Inspire in me
The fiery red of passion
To be
A grateful slave to
The deep and wild
Fierce bittersweet rushing
Wondrous love
The endless reservoir
Of Your grace

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