Open Poetry #1 |
Tired |
fjones Member
since 1999-06-07
Posts 98MS |
Lord I am so tired. I want to come home. You have tried me. You have tested my every fiber I have been through the refining fire I am ready to see your loving face I want to worry no more. Lord please bring me home. Life here is no longer easy. My frail abode is decaying. My soul is crying for freedom. I am ready for the sweet reunions. My work is over. Give me rest under your protective wings. |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
So who said life was easy? Afraid I'll have to side with Dylan Thomas on this one. Nice piece of writing. |
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fjones Member
since 1999-06-07
Posts 98MS |
Just had a long tiring day.I Had to write some Southern "Soul" words to relax. |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
Very potent words... and well said.. Here's some sunshine for ya... |
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Sharon Member
since 2001-06-04
Posts 53Within a whisper |
What a soulful poem...... |
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RosePetal
since 2001-08-26
Posts 2985South Florida |
I feel tired too...(hugs) I hope you are feeling peaceful now, it's been 3 years since you posted this LOL |
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