A living dream
By repomen79
Of earth and stone, and flesh and bone, The Life we live might seem. As if it were our very own, Its not, we are his dream. We question and we disobey. The council of our hearts. Then turn to heaven with dismay, When consequences start. Our fragile lives are not that long, So why has it come to be? We act in ways we know are wrong, As if God doesn't see. Breathe deeply of the springtime rose, Beloved daughter of Eve. And be assured, your father knows, How greatly you believe. Let the fairest flower of Eden write, Her love in poetry, To read beneath perpetual light, Throughout eternity. Let the light of his good reason gleam, Above her in the crowd, Beloved, yes you are His dream. And you have made Him proud.With love and best wish's to Myrataal, for her beautiful vision. and for sharing it with all who care to read. God Bless you dear. Written March 12th, 2002 © on Mar 12 2002 05:18 AM PST, Patric Patterson 18 • 0 • 8
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