My Very Public, Private Book

My Very Public, Private Book

Sitting on the Wind

Sitting on the Wind

Sitting on the wind
The length and width
Of the aerial road
Unknown to the stars
Indifferent to me

Hold your tongue!
But hallelujah
Finds its way
Through clenched teeth

My valley is an ocean
My winter a sea
Crashing, beating, thunder
Lungs scream to breathe

Choices, what choices?
Upon the narrow road
Is freedom forgetful
I wait
I walk
I fall

Sitting on the river
You make me lie down
I see it, the light
I feel it, the sun

Perplexed but not despairing
Afflicted but not crushed
Persecuted but not struck down
Struck down but not destroyed

Destroyed but never dead

Source of life
My blood flows
like a river
my heart beats
like a drum
it never ends

Take my body
My soul is His
Take my land
My home is Him

Take my gold
He is my source
Take my life
I will live on

Sitting on the clouds

 

Till the next chapter,
Katya

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