Oh, comforter and friend,
How we need Your touch again.
Holy Spirit rain down,
rain down.
Let Your power fall,
Let Your voice be heard,
Come and change our hearts
As we stand on Your word.
Holy Spirit, rain down.
clique
note to self: pakistan was partitioned
from india, due to
'religious differences'.
i.
I wonder how they split the land.
Was it a fault, did they string
p(akistani)olice lines, or did the
ground simply stretch, pulled by
bilateral tensions?
or did it simply
drift; bottled defiance
in
saltwater currents
ii.
It is easy to see the borders
in my school, what with
the no man's land of empty chairs
in the lecture theatre, punctuated
by the occasional loner's
declaration of independence.
familiar faces,
corridor apparitions;
features fading fast.
iii.
Perhaps it is all perceived,
perchance there is permanence, per se
but personally,
I'n perplexed.
Maybe it's all relative,
maybe the other patch of dirt
always looks better, but
then again, we're relatively content.
So we all move on,
a part apart from others;
one race, many states.
I'm no Edward, and yet
