Maxioms by Saiom Shriver
Love, not force, rides the horse.
Love, not force, rides the horse.
The South Wind
has for the evening
donned
jasmine scent.
The South Wind
has for the evening
donned
jasmine scent.
He has changed He has grown
No longer bud but Love Fullblown.
He has changed He has grown
No longer bud but Love Fullblown.
The chalice is ephemeral.
Jesus' blood eternal.
The chalice is ephemeral.
Jesus' blood eternal.
As she hears
the confessions
of all rivers
those on the shore
hear the sea..
accepting all
she calls no read more
As she hears
the confessions
of all rivers
those on the shore
hear the sea..
accepting all
she calls no thing
heresy.
