Overridden
It was a beautiful day
One of those February days that could have been cold
But was like summer instead
Summer without bites and noise
Just peace
And comfort
And Sun
And Blue
In the evening I sat on a chair and noted the clarity of the sky
It was a little orange at the edges
And a voice spoke through me,
Out LOUD
And it said
You are part of creation
This is temporary
You are eternal
You are ridiculously victorious
You are loved beyond measure
Sorry, I overrode you. I reclassified this as work. Tough luck buddy trying to hide prose work in the blahblahblah section.
Admittedly a blatant spiritual work, but still counts in my book.
If you really want it moved back, I can do that…
Or maybe you can.
Comment by MattWriks — 2 March 2008 @ 9:49 am