The new sun shines on Crimson spring flowers that grow
sun
he sweetly drags his fingers over my arms,
combing
near
new
stone crosses. -Scott Walker
the tiny
hairs that stand at attention at his
presence.
The heat of his hand silent
—
and
still
in it's
home
radiates my skin, penetrates,
and runs like honey through
my
veins
slow, thick, paralyzing. --Tanya Cochran
-Scott Gaptill
Assurance-an earnest statement intended
to give confidence
In this life
We
travel along the edge of the world the side. Take my hand and we'll be o.k.
and almost
slip
over
We climb
the highest mountains of success and boulders tumble all around us. Take my hand and we'll be o.k.
Only fingers of death can overcome Sleep is so sweet as another life.
we
When He wakes
"Take
us,
wait for the
us,
hand
Maker
My hand"
in hand.
to bring us
He'll say, "and We'll
be o.k." -Jennifer Attaway
