Tuesday, July 29, 2008
pommeled but not destroyed
I have been pommeled, but I am not destroyed. My feet are weary and tired; my body is bruised. I am thirsty and the sun is scorching my skin and blinding my eyes. The hot wind is roasting my baked lips. I am tired, hungry and exhausted. My lower lip is bleeding. I have been attacked. I feel dispossed. My eyes are bruised and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. I cannot speak; I cannot cry. I am knocked down, but I am not down and out. There is one who made the sun and the scorching wind; one who made the future and the past. I am standing on his shoulder.
Posted by blog-designer at 14:24