Sunday, June 19, 2011

June 19. Nineteen Words




Imagine the river of the aorta as pristine, 
a heartland, inside the swamp of body, 
unpolluted enough for God…



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4 comments:

Magpie said...

A lovely thought. If only all the body could rise about being the swamp.

S. Etole said...

create in me a pure heart, O Lord ...

Craig and Bethany said...

Oh, every image a turn on the last! You capture the mystery of it, draw back the curtain just a crack. What headwaters!

Little Dave said...

Pure heart, soul, body and mind