exercising my literacy

His sorrow, pain and anger.

I revealed myself to those that didn't ask for me; I was found by those who didn't come looking for me.

To those that did not call on my name, I said "I'm here, I'm here."

All day long I've held out my hands to obstinate people, who walk the wrong way, pursuing their own imaginations - a people who continually provoke me to my very face...

These people are smoke in my nostrils, a fire that keeps burning all day.


(Is 65)

posted by me. @ 5:50 PM