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[aid] => mick
[title] => Dead-end of a Circle
[time] => 2005-01-14 23:34:43
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[bodytext] => I write my prayers with disappearing ink Because the only one that will hear will not have any concern Every time I reach for God I feel my heart shrink Every time I say His name I feel my insides turn I knew that God must be there because only He could make such misery So I decided to march through this cold, damp world just to find Him When I left my door I saw a dead man, or maybe he was dead only to some degree He told me to turn away from my path because my findings will be grim “But good sir,” I replied, “I cannot turn away until I have first gone somewhere I know you say this for my own good and I know you probably suffered just the same But if this thing you say be true, then I will find out when I get there So please leave me to myself and go to the place from which you came” I will not lie, my dear companion The road before me was strait and narrow And when you viewed it from where I was, it was a dark and evil canyon Now I did tread lightly as I went, keeping ever ready my bow and arrow But there was no enemy that I did find For before me stood a holy angel clothed in white His face was loving and his tone was kind And he told me to go back if I wanted to see the true light “Get behind me, Satan!” I shouted with righteous anger “I have come this far and my destination will not wait Did the wise men ever turn back on their journey to see the baby in the manger? Onward I will go, and I will not adhere to any stumbling block nor any locked gate” My travels did lead me to strange lands and bring me to strange things Many faces I saw and many diverging roads were there to take I have listened to the words of peasants and I have listened to the words of kings And after learning much, I now know only that I am true and that the world is fake So when at last my journey reached its ultimate end I lifted my eyes and saw the one they call God I knew His face very well, but it was not the face of a friend I knew that face very well because it was the face of myself [comments] => 2 [counter] => 141 [topic] => 62 [informant] => Kratur [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => spiritual )
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