He made a believer out of meI who walked as a gentileI who did not believewhose faith was weakas small as a mustard seedI who walked in dark dense forestsfar away from the promise landall my sins bearing down on mecalling me unworthydrawing my breath
A bit of background; this was written tonight 5/22 as an account of what I experienced sometime in June 2008...a turning point in my life where I was at the bottom of the pit of my despair. A time when I couldn't write, could barely communicate, at l
Oh in this worldly life,a life which makes man thick and weary,of traditions once past;the yoke is a burden to bear,the heart in bondage,One's soul crying out to be freed, release me!Release it we must,for this is our gift not to be stole.In us, we h
Namaste. I've been getting back into writing and this was my first piece this year. I write not just for Me but for All of you too. I would like to say it's a rough copy, we'll see. I struggled after re-reading the first sentence which, I hope does n
I hope I am posting this in the appropriate place. I have always loved to write poetry. Recently, I have felt the need and picked up on the signs that I need to start writing again...this time not just for me but to share, for All. This piece was dif