Graphic by Billie
Sunday
Aching beauty, painful bright,
Peaceful streets in velvet night,
Voices hymning, bells are tolled,
Somehow none of this gets old.
Faces smiling, laughter near,
Lips with secrets meant for just your ear,
Eyes that flash, hands that touch,
Lord, we thank you oh so very much!
NicknamedBob . . . . June 23, 2005
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