Posted 13 December 2010 - 11:52 PM
nothing but a cabin and my wife.
Something nestled in the hills
daily chores, no corporate bills.
not what I'm to be?
This society I do not know
Where else do you want me to go?
They cast stones my way
"Raving Religious Fanatic" they say
what else can I do
but lay my trust in you?
This world and I do not agree
prophet, evangelist we know that's not me
5 acres is all I ask
I'll build a cabin, your honor is my task.
You have other plans for me
I can't imagine what it might be.
Why so hard to love thy family
while so easy for my enemy?
Posted 14 December 2010 - 12:45 AM
Posted 14 December 2010 - 01:01 AM
I enjoyed reading your humble poem, "My Path". God Bless you and your writings.
I thank you my brother, I have been told I'm quite skilled at writing but this normally pertains to darkness and what I am regrettably most familiar with. In either darkness or light my words are never easily understood but I myself have had trouble with artistic expression of good while evil has seemed to come so naturally to me. That's a personal quarrel I still deal with today and your reply means more than you could know. God Bless You My Friend!
Posted 14 December 2010 - 01:59 AM
I am a woman, but that doesn't matter. You had no way of knowing. I do enjoy reading people's writings and most of the time can understand where they are coming from by how they present the words. I have written a few poems, but haven't for quite some time now. Some are about my loved ones who are still living but mostly those who are now in Heaven. God has blessed you with this talent and He is pleased when you give him the Thanks and Glory. Blessings
Posted 14 December 2010 - 07:51 PM
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