as all things rise

i awoke to the sound of church bells   i awoke to your words in my mouth   the prophet breeze my lover she brings   as the morning star shines in our hearts   as all things rise born of god   Advertisements

dirty hands

what what can i do with all this – what what can i touch after all this what what do you want me to say that i’m sorry and i’ll be sorry when i do it again and then i’ll be sorry when i do it again or that i’m afraid i can’t touch holy … More dirty hands