Morning Poet
Don’t just do something, sit there.
Some may say the grenade that exploded in my heart made me a morning poet. But I don’t think so. There are many half-hearted men still climbing ladders leading them nowhere. What moved my soul to a more lyrical and mystical understanding was falling to the Earth, then finding nothing to climb back up on. The world looks and feels different with nowhere to go and no one to follow. Just sitting here, grace can find me more easily.
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- Jonah · September 24‹ ShadowsLove 360° ›