Carved Marble. Edmonia Lewis, 1875
My God is the living God,
God of the impertinent exile.
An outcast who carved me
into an outcast carved
by sheer and stony will
to wander the desert
in search of deliverance
the way a mother hunts
......
We will come us we are
And meet our Father
Face to face
We feel pity
For those that are
Destroying there health
We don't think they have
Anything better to do than smoke street drugs
What a waste of life it is
Also they are buying street drugs
......
Black Veil
The candle in front of the icon twists the flame.
Clasped small trembling hands and hairline.
Silver crucifix at the end of the string.
The light almost died at the door behind.
God lives in this house. It is the source of your faith and hope.
The glow of the candle flame is on your face.
Your soul feeds with prayer.
Under the black veil, overcome by the burden, tears flowed down your face.
Your hope will remain pure and timeless.
......
Immersed in the treasures of nature
Gifts of divine stature
Sitting on a chair as soft as a marshmallow
Wondering why emojis are yellow
It’s all a mystery
What is life? Why do I get hungry?!
Why can’t I stay days without eating?
Or days my heart not beating?
Yet you may think these are childish questions
......
Searing blades full of thunder,
Helping tear the world asunder,
Bleeding truth of guile and fear,
Raucous voices emit a cheer.
Bring again the word of dark,
Preying demons soon embark,
Stalk the innocent, selfless lives,
As light must flee so darkness thrives.
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We will come us we are
And meet our Father
Face to face
We feel pity
For those that are
Destroying there health
We don't think they have
Anything better to do than smoke street drugs
What a waste of life it is
Also they are buying street drugs
......
I never caused trouble
In my friends life
I always respect their
Wishes
They want me to treat them right
Not coursing at them
That is a horrible thing to do
Also I mistreat them
None friends like to be mistreated
They want to be treated with respect
......
Don't ask me why
Why God made me
Don't ask me why
I am a child of God
Don't ask me why
I am a middle class person
Don't ask me why
I made friends with poor people
I don't like the rich people at all
Because they despise the poor people
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Even though I love you
My dear Father
For have made me
With your holy hands
Many years ago
Yes I am glad that
I can live my life the way
I want every single day
AIso I need to live my life to the fullest
Every single day
......
upon this day
for haven't you heard
the kingdom of God
is now the word
from young to old
of those who seek
the kingdom of God
in which we speak