When looking back I dimly see
The trails my feet have trod,
Some hand divine, it seems to me,
Has pulled the strings with God;
Some angel form has lifeward leaned
When hope for me was past;
Some love sublime has intervened
To save me at the last.
For look you! I was born a fool,
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Walking down the giant road
Lights ever bright, beings unknown
I'm the alien, displaced and lone
In this strange realm I can't call home
Adrift in a sea where I'll never belong
Peering at fractured reflections, feeling so wrong
But then a few souls, with welcoming grace
Reached out to this alien, fashioned a place
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I strolled up old Bonanza, where I staked in ninety-eight,
A-purpose to revisit the old claim.
I kept thinking mighty sadly of the funny ways of Fate,
And the lads who once were with me in the game.
Poor boys, they're down-and-outers, and there's scarcely one to-day
Can show a dozen colors in his poke;
And me, I'm still prospecting, old and battered, gaunt and gray,
And I'm looking for a grub-stake, and I'm broke.
I strolled up old Bonanza. The same old moon looked down;
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The Children of War are like little flowers trampled,
Young and innocent, fragile and helpless,
Surrounded by violence and rampant destruction-
Their faces are filled with doubts and fear.
The Children of War, so precious and dear,
Stripped of their childhood years, their youth stolen away
Are little Saints for human failing through no fault of their own.
The Children of War, their lives lost and scarred,
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Oceanic dawn
at the center
of my life,
waves like grapes,
the sky's solitude,
you fill me
and flood
the complete sea,
the undiminished sky,
tempo
......
I searched my world for meaning,
but encountered only words.
Many, many words and few on point,
Words that sounded kind,
and hid mean spirit.
Words that promised meaning,
but offered only purpose.
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Oh such a glorious invitation
What a spiritual adventure to walk with the Most High
Infinite God and finite man on a love expedition
Oh, what mystery encamps the steer!
Deeper still He woos intently
Through faith's alley abide completely
In the dark, uncertain, hear the voice
Follow steadily without noise
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Pause…let this moment sit
The work in the background needs time
Each phase requests an interlude
An introduction, a response
It must unfold right
Why should we fill up this space?
Being helpless is a scare
Stillness, why demand being there
So unnerving is the stare
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Walking down the giant road
Lights ever bright, beings unknown
I'm the alien, displaced and lone
In this strange realm I can't call home
Adrift in a sea where I'll never belong
Peering at fractured reflections, feeling so wrong
But then a few souls, with welcoming grace
Reached out to this alien, fashioned a place
......
Hello, I'm aiming to get better at writing poetry. So, I decided the best course of action was to write whatever came to mind to the best of my ability and then get personalized guidance rather than the generic and repetitive "helpful tips" I find on websites. Be as mean and brutal as you see fit, as long as it's honest and helpful. If you can, give me tips on what to name this thing, I think "The Maze of Truth" is a bit bland. Anyway, here it is:
The Maze of Truth
We all jump often, and leaves glide down, but birds are the ones with flight
Humans try so hard to dream away,
As from reality, we all try to flee.
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