Hope is a Vector?

July 2010 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 7 times the waves broke over top of me ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I came up cleansed from my infirmity -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Froze heart stop beating ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------d--- seared soul brought nigh ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- New and breathing blood beating ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alive ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Come through death to the other side ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- White washed red sea in ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Walked out dry. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Flung alive to the pitching waves ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And they closed over my head ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I said "I am lost" unto the flood ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Can leviathan ressurect? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- November 2012 -----------------------------------------------------------------!-------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- They say -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- That time heals wounds -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- But isn't it rather -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the slow steady current -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- which bends this water -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- cold about us? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Healing to which -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Time is but catalyst? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And this ebbing tide -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chorus life -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Comes over and out -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Faithful. no means to prove. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Though does it --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Healing Yielding sometimes storming -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- placid mornings -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- consistent as --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- moon on its wake -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stand then as long -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- in salty swelling blust -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 'till your wounds, first made acute -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- by its drug, healing touch --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- release you at will --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Return again, brinks and bluffs --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- barnacled shorelines --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- for ten thousand waves washing --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- might not wash your soul off --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Set you out ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------11-- scars as memories --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- time as grace ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------