One-Way Street As I walked down a one-way street, I had two weirdos at my feet. One was Hate and one was Doubt, and both were catching me up. As I walked past the grocers store, I let Doubt in and walked some more. But Hate still followed, closer still, Doubt caved my soul in. I entered sacred earth in quiet, though all that Doubt could do was riot. The sound of Hate devoured my head, my soul was flaming, dying, dead. As sacred earth did found my cheek, I heard a voice, so mild and meek. And through the Doubt, the pain, the fear, I felt God draw me near. I venture forth to other realms, but still God follows, still God haunts my footsteps, picking up my shards of broken soul, ashened heart. He moulds the pieces together with his tears. His wounds envelope my death-stained breath, and the scent to myrrh. I turn back and see Him. And my heart breaks.
very , hum , take the love i have for lennypot multiply by million million and it doesnt come close to what god feels. lozipot. you rock . &
