Restore The Pieces

This poem is of my personal faith, some may relate and some might not. Tommy *Written to whom it is for who know who they are, PLEASE READ Slowly and SCROLL line by line. Looking back, finding ... your life's broken up into countless pieces. Shards are flying off in every direction; The world's weight is on your back, as you feel suffocated by pressure and that all engulfing darkness. Skies will open and devour the remnant of your spirit. Not to know... what the right choices are anymore... because, everything Is WRONG!!! My friend, if you've ever felt these things... Look into the heavens, plead for God's compassion to take your oppression, say it like...you mean it, He'll not fail your petition. Why is it... many people reach this state before asking of Divine intercession? Because it is... the life wanted, it's accompanying envisioned happiness is nothing more than an illusion, the more we try keeping it alive, with our resources and understanding, the harder it gets to keep it together and when cold bitter reality finally sets in, then that dream becomes... SHATTERED! What's the best answer you've yet to come to, before allowing yourself this unnessary misery? Truth Be, The only One who holds the universe and can... your world... Together. Thomas F. Crumpler ©2,001 Written October 24th, 2001 © on Jan 05 2002 02:46 AM PST, Thomas Crumpler   0 • 10