MY TOUNGE IS A SWORD. IT IS A DOUBLE-EDGED BLADE. USED FOR LIFE OR DEATH, DEPENDING ON THE DIRECTION ITS SWAYED. HOIST IT THE RIGHT WAY, SOUL. HARNESS THE WRONG WAY, FOOL.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Musical Chairs

Musical chairs.

I play musical chairs
with the seat of the scornful
and the Mercy seat.
Which to choose,
which to lose today.
But I lose before I play.
'Tis not a choice,
this hint of gray.
Neither which seat I seat, my say.
But that of the Lord's
whose suffering's paid,
all the cushions on my mercy seat each day.

1 comment:

  1. ahhh! i absolutly love this one! the way you tied such a simple title with such a beautiful relaxing concept :)

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