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Array ( [sid] => 139138 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => God, the Storm, and I [time] => 2007-12-12 05:22:00 [hometext] => I have not been a religious person for quite a few years now, and I now keep my spirituality protected within me, letting noone know of it. Lately I've been feeling like I need to rekindle the spirituality I used to know and fully embrace it. [bodytext] => With my hands in the air I press on
Letting God know that I am not through
My guns are locked and loaded
My heart is armored with titanium

I step into the torrential river's pull
Waters cold, rough, and gray
My shoes and pants are rubber
This storm shall not pass to my skin

I will charge on against the currents
I will use the sharp stones as my rungs
Though my hands are sore and bloody
My soul is sturdy and determined

And somewhere down the river
Where things suddenly become hush
I will come face to face with God
And know his warmth like I know my own

With a wave of his hands he'll dry my hair
Make my damp face feel refreshed and light
Then we'll chat over sweetened coffee
Just God, the Storm, and I. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 234 [topic] => 62 [informant] => Adreana [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => spiritual )

God, the Storm, and I

Contributed by Adreana on Wednesday, 12th December 2007 @ 05:22:00 AM in AEST
Topic: spiritual

With my hands in the air I press on
Letting God know that I am not through
My guns are locked and loaded
My heart is armored with titanium

I step into the torrential river's pull
Waters cold, rough, and gray
My shoes and pants are rubber
This storm shall not pass to my skin

I will charge on against the currents
I will use the sharp stones as my rungs
Though my hands are sore and bloody
My soul is sturdy and determined

And somewhere down the river
Where things suddenly become hush
I will come face to face with God
And know his warmth like I know my own

With a wave of his hands he'll dry my hair
Make my damp face feel refreshed and light
Then we'll chat over sweetened coffee
Just God, the Storm, and I.

Copyright © Adreana ... [ 2007-12-12 05:22:00]
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Re: God, the Storm, and I (User Rating: 1 )
by Fionndruinne on Wednesday, 12th December 2007 @ 05:06:03 PM AEST
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If you feel you might need to rekindle the spiritual in your life, then you're probably very right. It's all too easy to let the fire dwindle, and on our own we can go a long time without even noticing it. Until the still, small voice gets to us again.

Refreshing images, especially in the last stanza.

Andrew

Re: God, the Storm, and I (User Rating: 1 )
by zenith66 on Wednesday, 2nd January 2008 @ 05:04:14 AM AEST
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what a piece here, i can feel the immense struggle which youve described brilliantly and compellingly, and the ending is so perfect, well done!!!

zenith66

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