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Author: Seth Greenwood
Fiction Rated: K - English - Spiritual/Tragedy - Reviews: 8 - Published: 11-02-05 - Updated: 11-02-05 - id:2041050

Alone

It was not without joy

that I walked with God;

But then loneliness, abandonment,

Struck so quickly as to be odd.

I search, I look, I try so hard to find,

But for all I see I might as well be blind.

I sit here, speechless, devoid of the One God,

But I don’t know why. Is this of Satan’s fraud?

I cry out, but my cry echoes back; unheard?

To His laws and His ways I’ve already concurred.

I know He’ll be with me for all of my life,

But why then the cutoff, the slice of a knife?

No sin is too great, no falter too bad,

So why can’t I feel my heavenly Dad?

I lean towards Him waiting for His loving embrace

But the only thing that happens is me falling flat on my face.

He right now is who I need;

His wisdom, His goodness, His willingness to lead.

So this is now how I fall,

Without any guidance or safety at all.

For where I reach now, God was once there;

But now, somehow, there’s nothing but air.



© Copyright 2005 Seth Greenwood (FictionPress ID:471854).


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