quiet quilts

the midwest is lonley
i'm sure the east is the same
i'm rusting for sunlight
to come and warm up my veins

-nathan edwin

faith without works is dead.

a man of words and not of deeds
is like a garden full of weeds
and when the weeds begin to grow
it's like a garden full of snow
and when the snow begins to fall
it's like a bird upon the wall
and when the bird away does fly
it's like an eagle in the sky
and when the sky begins to roar
it's like a lion at the door
and when the door begins to crack
it's like a stick across your back
and when your back begins to smart
it's like a penknife in your heart
and when your heart begins to bleed
you're dead, and dead, and dead indeed.

- nursey rhyme