FOR FATHER MATTHEW ......6/13/2004.....SOMETIMES

Sometimes...
In order to get in touch with oneself
One must turn outside
SOMETIMES ...
In an attempt to taste the honey
One must be stung by the bee
Sometimes ...
In order to know
The love and reason of life
An acrid season or several are endured
That the wounds
From the thorns might heal
The scourging at the post
Not yet complete
So long so sad
And others tears
Not yet wept nor dreamt
So inside outside aren't I yet?
2006 remember to pray for me father... ghana's so far away