As my body begins to shiver.
My imagination runs wild sometimes,
It seems that chaos stimulates,
My mind to a point that when I'm feeling down,
Poetry removes all the weights...
From my shoulders as I trek through the white stuff,
That covers the ground at my feet,
My tennis shoes are soaked, but the trek must continue,
To the point where the water is sweet....
To the taste of those who have grown sour,
And have no Faith in what life is about....
It seems I'm obsessed with having more happiness,
As happiness I am without..
May I pray aloud today, for forgiveness, may I leave my hate behind?
If God is paying attention, May he assist me as I unwind?
The rope that restrains my inner peace,
The one that holds me together,
Dear Lord, I ask not only for me,
But for everyone out in the weather...
Bring warmth to the souls of the lonely,
And Joy to the hearts full of sorrow,
Please, May we lie down this evening...
And awake to a brighter tomorrow?
2006-12-06 09:49:47 · 4 answers · asked by 35 YEARS OF INTUITION 4 in Society & Culture ➔ Religion & Spirituality
nice.
2006-12-06 09:55:07 · answer #1 · answered by Sentinel 7 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Hmmm, C-. The C is for effort, the execution was lacking.
2006-12-06 18:00:46 · answer #2 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 1⤋
Do you feel better now?
2006-12-06 17:54:15 · answer #3 · answered by royce r 4 · 1⤊ 1⤋
No.
2006-12-06 17:54:31 · answer #4 · answered by Harry_Cox 5 · 0⤊ 1⤋