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The Lord's Not Short Of Cash
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The Lord's Not Short Of Cash |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada 
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There's something mystic in the air some believers get no peace and there's confusion here and there they can't escape the grief. Clergmen they spill the wine toilers they give dues neither they can cross the line their closets in dark rooms. Not all worshipers are sighted when the leaders roam the globe their outlook bleak and slighted with their pockets full of holes. But I've seen sunlight after dark a bright vision once disguised and there's no balcony nor harp there's no stairway to climb. I'm living in the afterglow of the fire and heat while cosy christians rest thier souls near phalic window peaks. And beyond the big commotion I hear the tradewinds blow out here the Lord's not poaching my money for my soul. You might ride a bicycle or drive a Cadillac. Might sit up in the front row or way down at the back. Might be a big C.E.O. or be taking out the trash. Whatever way you come and go someday you're going back, back past the saints in robes blocking heaven's pass and some might think they're selling hope but the Lord's not short of cash. Celtrue2000@E3B1G9 |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
AWESOME!!!!!!! very cool poem Ethome and wisdom filled perfect rhyme as well "neither they can cross the line their closets in dark rooms. Not all worshipers are sighted when the leaders roam the globe their outlook bleak and slighted with their pockets full of holes. But I've seen sunlight after dark a bright vision once disguised and there's no balcony nor harp there's no stairway to climb. I'm living in the afterglow of the fire and heat while cosy christians rest thier souls near phalic window peaks. And beyond the big commotion I hear the tradewinds blow out here the Lord's not poaching my money for my soul." WOW!!!! PERFECT!!!!!! keep em coming...your on a roll  take care poet friend jm What the caterpillar calls the end ... The world calls a butterfly ~LaoTzeTao~ ~Butterflies are meant to be free~ |
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ESP Member Elite
since 2000-01-25
Posts 2556Floating gently on a cloud.... |
You've done a great job with this one, Ethome! Love and hugs, Lizzie  "Poetry is the true expression of my soul, it is my ultimate means of communication. It is my rainbow of delight." |
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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA |
A wise poem indeed, very well written! It was the title that drew me in, and I'm glad that it did  Take care, Melissa Honeybee The beauty of poetry gives me wings to fly |
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Tennessee Angel Senior Member
since 2000-06-03
Posts 661Tennessee |
Oh ethome...I love this one!! I hope you don't mind me printing this one out. So many people need to hear this. You speak with such wisdom. I've been feeling kind of down tonite and this one really picked me up. Thanks!! --You can either take me as I am...or you can watch me as I go.-- |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Thank you Janet Marie as usual I look forward to your kind words. Thank you ESP for dropping in for the read. Thank you Melissa for not missing, I appreciate your comments. Thank you Tennesse Angel for expressing your feelings about the content of the poem. |
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