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Contributed by
arijadna77
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Saturday, 10th May 2008 @ 09:16:34 PM in AEST
Topic:
ChristianPoetry
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Old poem...very old...
I was calling You
In my desperate days.
I saw my self in a mirror of Truth;
or I was creating myth
with some consolation
I ask?
I’m searching now
For that I found,
And while eating Your body
I go under,
More,
And more.
And more I don’t realize
What I wanted to see
In Your Almighty Secrets!
I ended being fateful to my own end.
Copyright ©
arijadna77
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2008-05-10 21:16:34]
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Re: no title
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by safetyinnumbers on
Sunday, 11th May 2008 @ 11:39:11 PM AEST
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I can relate to this poem, as I searched alot through religion (Christianity) to find something to help myself, and now I have wandered away from it. I often wondered if what I believed was myth or not, but it did bring comfort and I suppose that helped. Nice work. |
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by SilverRain on
Thursday, 22nd May 2008 @ 11:10:23 PM AEST
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| You are touching a very debatable and sometimes sensitive subject...but that is what writing is all about is it not? Well put. |
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