When light and rust fight
Who wins?
The birds and the bees and the air in the trees and you and I
Maybe
We will see.
When light and rust fight
Who wins?
The birds and the bees and the air in the trees and you and I
Maybe
We will see.
I may walk upon the wind when the clouds stop giving surface to my dreams.
I may fight the fire…with tears or dewdrops from the heavens that left me long ago.
I may speak with tongues of angels or kaleidoscopes of heavenly foot prints.
But my roar will shake the heavens.
My cries will summon angels.
You will know me in the dust.
The wind will know my name.
Because I am a warrior!
I am me.
And a warrior waits behind me, roaring in the distance, that I am exactly what He called me to be!
Get ready for the rumble.
I’m not breaking!
I’m standing!
That is enough!!!!
Dust somehow manifests itself in light when the rays shine just right.
Do you see me?
Flesh and tissue and fire and love?
Do you see?
Or does light dissolve to the touch?
I know light is brighter than circumstance so I wait
I’ll see you in the morning.