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A Church Full Of Crosswords

Poetry By: abyskaria
Memoir



Do you interpret images of your dreams nodding by the wave of Mother Nature and how this happens? I have just nodded this as the reading from the life so far I have lived. Keep updating. :)


Submitted:May 9, 2014    Reads: 10    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


I hope you have another day,

When your heart sailing with trust in their soul,

Times travel a wave with mindful of imagination,

You believe all your have been inherited lived so far,

Yet stop inside your head where within how mind dreams,

Why have we put ourself in the A Church Full Of Crosswords?

When you cant control what happens,

When you cant spot what controls,

When you cant challenge what changes,

All you can pledge adopt is your reactions,

How simple is this trust with the king of all arenas?

God, may help reach HIS kingdom for new languages,

Some daily bread and butter is a greatest depots we seek,

Slower with unreasonable questions,

There is a table of assignments we are send on Earth we live,

I would say this is just another day with later chapters,

Our life has fullfilment to be without fear,

But our humbleness for unbounded rules sublime requests,

There is a season full speechless pages away in make,

Let the story rattling in the secret of the desert?,

Is this like the better self we live upto?

It is said our disobedience is out of choice we make,

But are those better mistakes or life changing experiences?

Until far away in the notes we make,

We say we are commited to the God for making great deal of better situations,

But we thought if God weaves a kingdom without vigilance or unrest in the middlle,

Do we commute the dissagreement when we have no voice?

In this silence, we shield us from choices,

So it is not choices that often rates,

In making human, it is the sacrifice of many that has lend us an hand,

Far away from the land of disgusting pleasures,

There is a posted envelope someone send for talks,

Years later it arrived on the shore of seasons,

"We can not compromise", it said in four words out of recursion,

It was read loud to the gate keepers of planet Earth to chase the messenger,

He was warned as light from Nature's crept would guard the secret,

After a while the pages dissapeared,

The question became,

"We can, not compromise?"

People pondered for ages for this solution,

How will we meet our next day from the day we live today?

Today this became the weekdays for Greeks,

Their kings have learned us the power of empowerment,

But how will solutions come,

When in the kingdom of Greek God,

Is this question a promise drafted compromise be kept for the people of the land?

What is inside this trouble of treasures reinvented in the Solomon mines?

Have we kept the need to be the best as much as time cannot compromise?

This is just one way we have the situation,

Let me guide your way out of uncertainity,

THE BEST WE NEED YOUR HELP FOR TIME AS MUCH AS WE CAN COUNT

1. HOW FAR ARE WE?

2. CAN WE MEET TIME?

3. WILL ONE MESSAGE COUNT?

4. DO YOU HAVE REFILLS?

5. MAY OUR WILLINGNESS COUNT?

6. WHAT IS OUR TURNING POINT?

7. ARE WE READING ALIVE?

8. WHERE IS THE LIGHT?

9. WHEN IS PAY BACK?

10. IS THIS RESTORATION HANDSOME?

11. HAVE NEED CHERISH AHEAD?

12. LET US GIVE BACK!!!





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