elysabeth faslund

Rookie (11/23/49 / Thibodaux. Louisiana)

Purity - Poem by elysabeth faslund

Where is the exsanguinated water found
That I may dip my hands,
Wash my forehead of gashes...
Sifting universes
Where I walk beside streams
Free of guilt,
Mindless of guile...
When through my fault,
My most grievous fault,
I have found the way
To go

To see.
Not to see.
See once more...
Turning my back on psalms...
Enri, Enri, Enri...
I follow the Linden home,
Walking towards years of

Sanctus, Sanctus, Sanctus.
Agnus Dei! !

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  • (6/22/2008 1:47:00 PM)

    Elys...... it is always wonderful to see you posting, though I am a bit irritated that you made my brain have to function at quarter to eight on a sunday evening. hugs. t x (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, June 22, 2008

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 16, 2008

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