walking with God
is like eating an ice cream cone
it gets really messy
especially on your hands
when the summer is hot
thick with humid air
hanging on your lips like
a spoon to your nose
in fancy restaurants
or big family gathering
mom gives a look,
you smile
squirming
is like eating an ice cream cone
it gets really messy
especially on your hands
when the summer is hot
thick with humid air
hanging on your lips like
a spoon to your nose
in fancy restaurants
or big family gathering
mom gives a look,
you smile
squirming
.
.
.
drips of melted sweet
remind you
this difficulty
licking the cold fallen taste
remind you
this difficulty
licking the cold fallen taste
leaves more stick to the stain
stretching across soft
stretching across soft
flesh skinned finger
tongue covered in the mess
hand in the mess
the mess still on a stick
mess in the other hand
like a mocking friend
of love and hate
one hand deals
while
the other heals
.
tongue covered in the mess
hand in the mess
the mess still on a stick
mess in the other hand
like a mocking friend
of love and hate
one hand deals
while
the other heals
.
.
.
my mouth reaches
thirsting for that
everlasting taste
I bite, unprepared
for falling edges
as the world
slowly falls apart
when no one is looking
when left unattended
I realize my dismay
my fighting
hurting
I am revealed
I am relieved
soon my sticky tongue
layered thick with mercy
stretches down
slurping corners
between the cracks
fingers, webbed skin
wrinkled and perfect
a remembrance
the humid air
a vexon to my task
the ice cream tastes,
it is good
God is too
thirsting for that
everlasting taste
I bite, unprepared
for falling edges
as the world
slowly falls apart
when no one is looking
when left unattended
I realize my dismay
my fighting
hurting
I am revealed
I am relieved
soon my sticky tongue
layered thick with mercy
stretches down
slurping corners
between the cracks
fingers, webbed skin
wrinkled and perfect
a remembrance
the humid air
a vexon to my task
the ice cream tastes,
it is good
God is too
.
.
.
.
.
.
elh june2006
6 comments:
erika, you are beautiful and your room looks amazing! i can't wait to see it. i hope i can spend the nite at least once this summer.
do you remember laying in your bed talking about jon horlings? wow, how things have changed from that moment. God is a little crazy when you think about how "trippy" our lives have been. the fun thing is that they are not going to get any more normal. can i get a wittness? :)
see you in a week and 2 days!
hi sweetheart!
nice pic u got there;)
I think a lot about you...
ther`s no one like you, not even anyone close to similar...
you`re so longed for!
love you
jesus in you is so strong...makes me never forget you!
"there`s a place in my heart..."
Erika, I miss you so much, you reflect God in a different way then I have seen before.
I have a picture on my wall, of you and I an a café in Oslo..
Love you
Erika- good to see your blog. So how is it to be home??? Oh man I miss all you wonderful people! ANd yes Im together with Svein Rune :) You're not slow! Keep in touch girl!
Erika my dear, I have known you for years, but I sit here and want to know you more. I love you.
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