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Musing: Morning Rain
There’s a spark outside Like a strange thunderclap Hailing his younger cousin Waking the town from her slumber Pushing fear into the hearts of many But for those who know the trick Now it rains with might The whole town goes damp Drawing long straight lines Which no man can draw better The crystal rain…
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Can you see God?
On the morning sun rising solemnly Behind my cotton curtain And thru my eyes, tired and weary He smiles through the clouds Blessing the fields with corn In the waterfalls that give lively sounds He rides the thunder storm He lets the rain feed the livestock The grains, the chicken and the worms With dew…
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Cold Nights of August
The clouds are dark blue The skies painted with many hue The wind sifts about the way Pushing the turbans away The heights of the mountains Lay quiet, near the Lions den The clouds hung motionless Awaiting the Judges case A hopeful evening Turned to one, windy And here the storm just began Making all…
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A Word of Encouragement…
In the Book of Genesis, it was accounted that God who has all Supremacy, Creativity, Wisdom, Knowledge and Understanding made men in His image, then by default we are mini versions of Him. This means that we have all the tools and know-how to do something spectacular. The Lord matched His words with actions. So…
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A tale of Poetry
When poetry came upon the Earth There was but a very little A clan full of self-hate The lengths of the Earth grew brittle And many foundations could”nt hold The forests were full of heart wrenching thorns The deserts with man hungry cactus, so bold That the dreams of men lay forlorn The Whistling pines…
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The Winds Tale: A call of the Hills
The call of the hills… On a night dark as pitch We stay listening to the swooshing trees And the strange call up the hills… A tornado of wind come surfing down Pushing the brushes and woods apart Sending both man, child and pets scrambling Tall and strong wild palms bend double Threatening to crush…
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Wonder says I
15.10.08 If men were to create themselves Then mirrors shall become gladiatory arenas And the Earth, an epitome of cruelty If ants could build skyscrapers Though centuries it must take Yet it would portray Natures wisdom If crocodiles were to be executioners In moments crooks become stories But for criminals there would be none If…
