More.....
More than the Parched Earth wants Rain,
More than the Bird wants Song,
More than the Ocean wants to come to Shore,
I want You.
I want You more,
and more,
and more........
Come Home
Come Home
and your Tears will be Kissed Away.
Beneath the Sun, beneath the Moon
and beneath the Stars.
Upon the Altar of My Heart
they will All be Counted.
Each one's Salt upon my Lips
until you are Healed.
The Fingers Of Loneliness
Oh God,
The Fingers of Loneliness in my Heart's Chamber hath begun to Trace
The Inner Sanctum of my Existence and to slowly around it Lace,
Tears Unquenchable, raising the Chords of Sorrow within, which will need
To be Sung, not through my Voice, but through my Eye's, their Salt's Untimely Creed.
When wilt Thou in Mercy, Release me from this Oneness of Solitude?
Doth the Dust of Salt upon my cheek, not Cry, "Thou hast spent my Fortitude?"
Whether in Life or no I cannot Survive This any longer Alone.
Tis Earthly Clay which holds my Bleeding Heart. It was Never made of Stone.
Further selections of Ms. Lee narrating her newest works may be accessed by a Google search
for "Aviva Lee".
We suggest you try the following:
"The Royal Birthday Party"
The Dromedary King"
The Pool And Thy Reflection"
Contact Ms. Lee at:
Jerusalem News Live
OR
butterflywisdom@hotmail.com
