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by ben thompson Aug 14, 2007 category : Life, society / other
Dark constant down pour, will it ever cease. Its beat me down so long, I need some relief. Heavy rains flood, no indication it will stop. At desolations black door without even a mop. How was I to know what my future would hold. Age young in years, but mirror reveals I'm old. I open my curtains, wishing for a glimmer of sun. Cursed clouds return causing fair weather to run. Lord knows I love every breath that I'm given. How much can I endure and still go on livin. Waters rise, burdens increase as I begin to drown. Then I see my little angel sleeping oh so sound. Steel resolve returns no longer am I on my back. I'll take a boat to better times and get back on track. Constructed of faith built on hope and peace. I sail for better weather, breeze leads me east. Searching for the savior's sign of his luminous love. Horizon reveals a rainbow adorned by a single dove.
by Cindy
Ben Awesome piece. Very sad but full of hope. Imagery is fantastic. Waters rise, burdens increase as I begin to drown. Then I see my little angel sleeping oh so sound. I have 3 little angels that have saved me so many times. Excellent job! Love Cindy