come here...
see the beauty.
let it fill your senses
leaving your mind spinning, laughing
with God.
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come here...
see the beauty.
let it fill your senses
leaving your mind spinning, laughing
with God.
with god
without belief
this agnostic tale oft
confuses belief with blind faith
doubt rules
Doubt rules
in minds of pause,
disbelieving the song
of citizens and their motion,
in streets.
In streets
paved with silver,
gold tongu'd philosophers
snare young men in doubt to unleash
the truth.
the truth—
sure you can take
what may make you or break
you beyond any sign of healing?
you sure?
You sure?
Of course I am.
All the world in its joy
Of creation, procreation,
Agrees.
Agrees?
Well, suppose this.
If I were to agree,
What advantage would I stand to
Gain, pray?
Gain, pray.
All prayer is gain.
As Hopkins would tell it
"All is a purchase, all a prize."
Praise him.
praise Him
with every breath.
give your heart as off'ring,
even in it's brokeness it
shimmers.
shimmers
the love from eyes
we have yet to witness—
yet daily they watch each sparrow fall—
and mourn…
and Mourn
the fall of its resplendant breast-
decaying on a marsh,
a carcass of intertwining moss,
to say..
to say
words her heart feels
seems insurmountable.
still she turns and begins the
journey.
She journeys to a vast land
with abundant treasures,
embedded in slopes and merky glens
and ravines in sandy heavens...
heya teen09, excellent poem, but perhaps look at the first page, not to be rude but there are some rules.
heavens
sent to cold earth
in exchange for his life
he rejects his heavenly seat
devil
whoops. sorry.. I'll stick to the maxims..
devil
put us to rest,
somnolent and calm,
but multifariously harsh
succumb
(I hope I'm sticking with the rules now and not being too pretentious. Thanks for informing me Trisk.)