Dark, Empty, Blank.
Pointless, Dead.
He sees me,
I hate Him.
Black, Thoughtless, Mean.
Angry, Hurt.
Looking in my eyes,
I could kill Him.
Blood, Torture, Pain.
Helpless, Evil.
He steps toward me,
I glare at Him.
Scorn, Despise, Hate.
Loosing, Fall.
He opens His arms,
I nail them there.
Grief, Question, Think.
Falter, Doubt.
He loves me,
I don't understand.
Stop, Wonder, Stare.
Regret, Wince.
He died for me,
I want Him.
Awe, Worry, Kneel.
Upset, Cry.
He lives for me,
I love Him.
Hope, Colour, Light.
Revealed, Saved.
-Ben Ankenmann
Date: November 9, 2007
Location: Ottawa (St. Paul's University)
Sunday, November 16
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hey Ben!
ReplyDeleteI love this one.
It's just so true and right.
I love it.