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I begin

Contributed by sinned on Saturday, 27th February 2010 @ 12:14:41 PM in AEST
Topic: surreal

Here I am
Warm
Do fish know they are wet
Girls perspire and boys sweat
In the beginning nothing is known
I AM is making me grow
In the twinkle of an eye
Mankind laughs then they cry

Here I lie
Don't know why
I tumble and turn
Mother yearns
Hunger I do not feel
Slippery I am like an eel
Suddenly a crushing push
Water flows with quite a rush

Unknowing blue I cry
A time to live a time to die
To a breast I suckle milk
Sweet and smooth as silk
In comfort I lie in arms
Protected from harm
A long way from death
Sweet a babies breath

Knowing now I was born
Toddling around
I begin to talk
Stumbling I walk
Birthdays have come and gone
Never remembering the day I was born
Sweetness comes into my life
Turning only into strife

Happiness is in unknowing years
Protected from every tear
A child is born only to die
Being here I wonder why
In the beginning there was a void
Yet here I am alive
In an image here I dwell
Living good or deserving hell

In life always the quest
Today the day of my death
Jesus Christ it is YOU I trust
Even until this final breath
Within this casket I do not turn
Yet my soul continues to yearn
Still I have much to learn
Will I live or will I burn.

Here I see YOU face to face
In brightness YOUR everlasting grace
Before I was born YOU knew my name
Whether lowly or full with fame
In our nakedness we come to earth
From out of a void our very birth
My Lord My GOD to YOU I return
For what is a child who will not learn.

Copyright © sinned ... [ 2010-02-27 12:14:41]
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Re: I begin (User Rating: 1 )
by Sinned on Tuesday, 16th November 2010 @ 07:02:46 PM AEST
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My begining in the womb until my final berath is what this poem is all about.
A child born only to die is me honering a sibling who died at 4 months....an angel is born : )

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