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God of Small Things I sat quietlyGod of Small Things by ~kittus
in the bath of gold
on a fresh summer evening,
the rain like dew
suspended upon the rays.
My God is great.
My God knoweth all.
My God will wait.
My God is small.
A lone wave crashed on the sand
and saw I then my Maker's hand
when colour burst out into view
a testament in every hue
that my Lord views me through,
and knows me well,
the prism yields it tale to tell
with mystery no more
because my God
is a God of small things.
Who we are You and I never existedWho we are by ~kittus
The Word was never written
without the Pen and the Page
Me and Thee had no meaning
no ,
The Tree couldn't grow and blossom
without the Bee and the Stamen.
Over? The Water and the Wind had not begun
The Racket didn't hit the Ball
The Eye was blind
without the Candle and the Wick
and the Match to play the Day
and mark the Track. It
was not the Wall
whereby divide the Thick
from Them and let the Kind think,
to hatch the Chick and let It wax
without the Cage for
without the Hen there was no Egg
the Bird wo
Twenty Eight Days Later A fever spreadsTwenty Eight Days Later by ~kittus
Proliferated by the lead of pencils scratching
On the paper. Constructing a House of cards
Is easier said than done.
The graphite cross will
Stand colourfully strong, an
Ensign against hues
of Crimson
of Gold
of Violet, Magenta and Lime;
All of them bold to the Choice eye
From which the tears of blue blood spring.
None so powerful, none bursting
So much with Energy and Rage
Are the carriers of the grey cross
When the Moon shines
in Tyburn.
Sta.sh
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