Jostle

by Brooke Noble
 
So I became so silent
I could no longer hear

Be bright my city of tears

I grew so tiny in all my ways
I could no longer reach myself

Be brave my state of sake

So I became so simple at ease
when I could no longer live
among the drowned

Be blessed my might of sea

Is when I became so calm
I could no longer live awake

Be patient my need of peace


 2001 Brooke Noble. All rights reserved.
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