Submitted: Oct 1, 2007
Reads: 106
Comments: 5
Likes: 4
Blissfully asleep
yet our souls
awakened.
Child like hands
Pressed into each other
A prayer-
To heaven or to hell?
The blackness of our lives
mixed with the light.
Forming the gray lines
Of a
Politically
Correct
Society.
And what of the prayer?
‘Twas spoken to the wind.
Tumbling, tilting, stuttering
through our very own
conscious selves.
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Comments:
That's what is great about poetry, filling in the spaces that common communication doesn't convey.
Things that are taken for granted or overlooked can be magnified, and painted golden.
Very nice.
Posted: Oct 1, 2007
very nicely written
Posted: Oct 2, 2007
DefinitionOfSoul:
Most prayerfully well written expression of faith. Some of my own favorite kinds of poetry. Great job.
Happy trails,
Ed Bradley.
Posted: Oct 8, 2007
this is definitely worth posting...ANYTHING addressed to GOD with faith is worth sharing and this one is so healing and simple....keep writing ......
Posted: Jun 7, 2008
It is excellent. I am back after a work induced absence of several months, and will try and look at more of your stuff.
Posted: Jan 16, 2009