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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Poems from Love

The path I walked today had many pit holes that all looked the same transgression was in the way for the kind were delivered to pain for their words said what there eyes saw and it came to them as a dagger at night. The next turn was a meadow of grace where all were allowed to relax and play and as it were I saw many faces that did not change for the smile revealed their teeth white and glistening as the sun kissed their face. Now I feel the breeze in time that has tickled my feet as I continue on what is this we must feel in our heart for the door was opened even for the smart. For the pedestal many try to stand on keeps tipping over for they do not understand that their heart is heavy despite the smile they paint on and the eyes cry at night for the burden that they carry all day long. For let this be an example to thee that everyone has access to the meadow I see opportunity yet few come in for their mouth leads them away and all who disengage from desire will live victorious this way. For as your source you have much to say yet it will only be words of grace.
Amen.


Submitted: September 26, 2015

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