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Author Name: FreeTomahawk 3 Comments
Date Added: May 12, 2012 12:05:13 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Walking The Day
Aye, on this every day, be thee special, having been wrought
There is wonderment and a bloom of hope that springs forth
A comfort only heretofore seen in the eyes of true believers
So what thou doest forth this day of days, shalt not fall short
For as I live and breathe, this marvelous serendipidous feeling
Real and blessed art the waters of life, as we sally forth, true
Mine eyes have seen the glory, have seen the spectacle, hence
I revel in what thou doest and what thou shalt, perchance, create
For this ephemeral life we live ist nay too truncated in scope
They that livest for every day, like it were their last, have clue
Clue and substance to what thou hast provided, that we prevail
Oh yea, verily walk I this day, in thanksgiving and praise
For the earth is hollow and I have touched the sky of thy tender mercies
Walk I alone insooth, but never be I to walk alone, in reality
For thou art with me, every step of my journey to find out
And what doest I find in this very walk of faith and humility
That I shalt not be vexed by that which would dissuade my quest for continuity
Just a walk with thee ist all I require to realize my pace in this place in this world
And whence my walk be through, when I have found my place, then go I, to the promise
The promise forged many moons past and hewn on the lathe of Heaven
And I shall dwell in thy house, oh my Lord....forever
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Comment By: FreeFirestone Feinberg on May 14, 2012 12:20:42 PM Report
A pure psalm -- of strong faith -- spun.  A potent prayer.  I can hear the sweet voice of the harp.  Here.  --David
Comment By: FreeAlistair Muir on May 14, 2012 02:55:22 AM Report
Your writing is always good Len but at the moment everything seems to be clicking for you -- awesome writing -- I am happy for you --


Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on May 12, 2012 03:45:03 PM Report

 You always amaze me with the depth of your stories how they reach out to the reader....

YOu are a blessing on this site...every thing you write is so heart felt...

 Love ya! ~ India


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