Tuesday, February 16, 2010

RUMORS

I heard of a Father of love
His gentle Spirit descending.
And fluttering joy like a dove
And a fellowship unending.

Then I walked the concrete world,
The world within our hearts.
I longed to see the beauty unfurl
I saw lives falling apart.

I long to see a Father of love
And his Spirit on me descending.
Of this hardness, I have seen enough
And of fear that hell may be
Never ending.
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Lost Narnian said...

These poems posted this month so far are all older ones...mostly from my very early 20's...they show a less mature, more innocent individual... often wracked with good old protestant guilt. Feel free to skip any of these if you are looking through. Most of the newer stuff is much more interesting. I thought I'd post them all here just to keep the collection more or less complete. I have more to add that were never typed up...and I may or may not do so in the future.

February 16, 2010 at 5:18 PM

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