May 07, 2007

the first contact


The seconds halt into minutes of calm surrealism. The wave of comfort washes over you, engulfing your senses, lifting you off your feet.

Left, right, front, back.. people around you are singing praise. The words ring clear, and you lose yourself in the crowd. It is almost as if they are serenading you into rapture.

Something tugs at your heart. Someone knocks at your door. He wants to guide you through the valleys, turn your tears into joy, never once letting go off your hand.

The flowers will never stop blooming if you dont want them to. The green so vast that you never want to get to the other side. The colours of your life, so beautiful when you cast your doubts away.

take me away with you

i wanna be close to you
take me away into the secret place..

3 comments:

joachim said...

Nothing compares to being in the presence of God.

Just love being in a place where God is tangibly there and you just lost guard of your heart and allow whatever to happen, happen.

"Nothing compares to you my God"

Joa

Meldee said...

i love your beautiful words and imagery :) thy art talented and blessed, lissdahling!

MISS YOU LOTS!

xoxox

Kenny said...

look no further for that secret place. It's right inside your heart.

It's only a matter of time you find the door to open it..