"If the Titanic was made to sink, then so was my heart. For I made sure it was impenetrable. Oh, what a wretched man I am. Who will save me from this flesh? Paul whispers in my ear, “Oh, don’t worry my friend …You’re in good company”. Poets before me have tried to measure this love. And if 40,000 brothers cannot with all of their quantity of love make up this sum, then how can my heart contain this mass? It would only burst at the seams into a million tender pieces. So what then, what good is a broken heart to You? Could you even hear my heart from there? And like a father assuring his son to come home, “Oh my son, it’s enough, it’s enough”. So who am I to accept this grace that just falls like rain? ‘Cause we all know I chose to lay my head in this desert. But like a fish out of water, we only know then what it means to be parched. So if Christ is alive, the love, and the groom, then take heed my friends. For chivalry is not dead. For I know no other lover who would have met me here in this place. So I awake and I rise from my bed of complacency. Oh, my God I’ve been sleeping with a corpse. Oh, and these bed sores they still rest in my bones. Oh, how I’ve made a beautiful dance with this cadaver but my audience is appalled. Oh, how strong these tendons. How they desperately need to rip from this ancient Adam. So light up the sky and set me a flame. Burn this bone and tissue. For I no longer want to be entangled in this sinew that hinders my reach towards You." -Bellarive
Posted on: Fri, 28 Jun 2013 22:53:12 +0000
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