for landrey
I know at this moment he feels like a participle:
No sign of time, or relevance, or even motion.
But-and you've said it yourself! (4am?) -keep your eyes on Him:
He's the main verb. Let's all be contemperaneous.
I laugh at myself when I think of the irony (and BEAUTY) of it all!
First: Everett.
Second: The One We Love.
Third: yuvn, greek, girl.
[Somethin' 'bout a Swedish waitress is in their too, probably. THAT WASN'T ME.]
I don't have many words to say; I feel excited for him; I feel
all jumbled up because of the shock; I feel nervous.
But mostly excited. And nervous.
So much to say, so little language to use!
Lord, keep them grounded,
Like a soft-song soaring sunrise,
In You.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a true friend. [who almost lost a lot of sleep on account of me calling]