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Poet4Christ Member
since 2003-02-19
Posts 211Oklahoma City |
(Untitled) You, the remaining left to struggle through your terrestrial rights fathom my deliverance and withdraw your long dark faces As you blunder forward through your relentless lying sight listen for my soul’s soft whispers within our father’s traces And observe this day of passage, the genesis of my forever Forsake your unsettled thoughts and your idle tears of mourning Recover my smile from between the stars of sparkling evening weather and hold my ghost in sight of the brother brown hawk soaring For the beloved siblings blessed within their advancements just before shall parade the dance of redeeming laughs upon my barren grave We shall uplift our voice in the songs of communion well restored as we exalt the forgiveness of my past with rejoicing fruitful praise A host of unknown old friends shall come to salute and guide the winged paladins, the patron protectors of my wandering nights We shall converse and excel upon an enlightening upward ride upward beyond all space and time, toward the welcoming warm lights And when this soul is advanced before the illuminations of his presence upon my face I shall fall and trust upon the good judgments I deserve I shall praise him for his love, raise my hands and comprehend his essence cast aside old remnants of my skin and offer up this soul to serve Though concerning you, the remaining left to ponder my great passing I long for your deliverance, to softly whisper down upon your ears This soul is going home to wash within his glorious love so everlasting and one day through his son I pray you shall come to worship with me here Timothy Work 2004 He that trusteth in his own heart is a fool: but whoso walketh wisely, he shall be delivered. Proverbs 28:26 [This message has been edited by Poet4Christ (10-12-2004 11:18 AM).] |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
A sincerelly loving poem. I am sorry Tim, I stayed away from this corner and didn't realise you had posted. Welcome back. Love, joyce |
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