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BEGINNINGS

Contributed by robert_edgar_burns on Tuesday, 6th March 2012 @ 03:58:38 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

Angry Old Men

I was sitting on a swivel rocker
On my front porch at three a.m.
Bathed in the full moons light beams
Pondering just who the heck I am.

I have been hurt by many people
Who I always thought were my friends,
That my pain was deep and suffering
But my tears seemed to never end.

Then pain would turn to anger.
And anger wished for sweet revenge.
But that makes a loving person,
Lose a testimony of love right then.

Someone once came and told me,
“I don't want your Gospel anymore.
For I see by your bitter spirit
It wasn't even real for sure.”

I had to let go of anger,
I don't want to lead a soul to hell.
If love is to win this battle,
It will have to break the devil’s spell.

I needed a ton of forgiveness
To overcome the hate in me.
For wrongs measured out in teaspoons,
And others hurts I failed to see.

The forgiveness I needed mostly,
Was demonstrated on a tree,
Pointing the way to Heaven.
May this be all others see in me!

Copyright Â© robert_edgar_burns ... [ 2012-03-06 03:58:38]
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Re: BEGINNINGS (User Rating: 1 )
by Butterflyperfect on Tuesday, 6th March 2012 @ 10:40:47 AM AEST
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"I had to let go of anger,
I don't want to lead a soul to hell.
If love is to win this battle,
It will have to break the devil’s spell.

I needed a ton of forgiveness
To overcome the hate in me.
For wrongs measured out in teaspoons,
And others hurts I failed to see."

These two stanza's stood out and whacked me in the head. BAM!
This poem evoked many thoughts in me and my life within the many moments I've sat and pondered my life and meaning, my love and hate, my hurt and strength, and my trust and faith...
Very powerful as always.
Always a blessing,

Brenda

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