i am the one they hung on a cross but i felt no pain and no sense of loss; i grew in the fields, that’s where i was born and i cannot be broken or torn.

i am the one who was sent and who sends Agape in the heart of my friends; the burning bush that has never gone out i am inside what i am without.

at the foot of the tree you find my form i am born out of the love of the storm; the son of the God that the eye cannot see but everything’s holy to me.

look for me when the sun goes… Continue