For those who speak poorly
His emotions evoke truth

For those who simply wish to be
His pictures are pure and clear

For he can take us up
To where the b'loons,
Fly free
To where the girl,
In the rafters,
Holds on by her toes

For he can plunge us down
To the lowest places
Where the dead are forgotten
Where the souls weep
Where the hearts have crumbled

His words echo
In our minds
They are not logic
They are raw
They are Truth

Pain and pleasure
Mixed together
He has complete command

He shares with us
His gift
Powerful
Beautiful
Awesome

Thank you, Cortland.

Jennie (JENNIELYN811) January 29, 2005