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To God
Contributed by
Anne-ish
on
Monday, 2nd May 2005 @ 06:39:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Who are you and what are you doing in this house This country This crazy world This heart I claim to be mine? What they tell me is never enough And yet you say You Fill us to the brim Washing over every spot whose presence we can't acknowledge What I would like to do is Grab at you and all your Beams of light and grace And bottle you up Crystal clear That I may hold you up to my naked eye To scrutinize any time I desire But then you would be so Compacted Incomplete Insufficient to meet All my needs And your son He was drunk with light But could we really tell? We never truly knew him well. Did he die to make things simple? Isn't everything simple enough in itself? Why do we bother asking after you if we're absolutely sure you never existed And why do we want more after we hold back? The devil made me do it but you made him. I only know this: I may not love you nor be assured of anyone's love again But I am grateful for these mirrors Reflecting your patience. With everyone.
Copyright ©
Anne-ish
... [
2005-05-02 18:39:00] (Date/Time posted on
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