Open Poetry #1 |
Quiet the Waters (repost) |
Wolfgang Member
since 1999-05-24
Posts 124Hamilton, Ont. Canada |
Quiet the waters Birds are at rest, Dusk is approaching Must kneel down and pray, Mind is tormented With deeds of the past, Hands tightly folded But nothing to say. To whom should I pray? I see... Men in black vestments Proclaim righteously The path to salvation is to blindly believe, And the doorway to heaven Can only be seen Through the eye of the pure, Not those of a thief. This I cannot believe. Hence... Let darkness swallow The words never spoken, I have naught to confess To embroidered pretense, The peace that I seek Is within my own soul And unto my own God I am folding my hands. And quiet the waters... |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
I believe in the sentiments of this poem. We do not pray to men of God, we pray to God. And sometimes, His church is not a building. I like this one, Wolfgang. |
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Elizabeth
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Member Ascendant
since 1999-06-07
Posts 6871Minnesota |
Exactly! Sometimes you can pray better in a special place of your own. Well written, Wolfgang! ------------------ *Elizabeth* "Dwelt a maid belov'd and cherish'd by high and low, But with autumn leaf she perish'd, long time ago..." |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Wolfgang, I know the temple of god is a stone Pray to it and you will not be alone. Enjoyed the poem. |
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Nan
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-20
Posts 21191Cape Cod Massachusetts USA |
You're still awesome, Wolfie..... |
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