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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Leaving Adam Eons advance and passed away. Thought, theory, speculation and opinions, die. Glancing through lenses, and squinting, at the sky, Adam, pointing, at the twinkling specs, named the brilliant ballet. So, following mankind, up the mountain, And ascending a rocky path; we embarked. My feet followed his, upward, to where the sky was arched. His staff pointed, and the heavens, then filled me, as a refreshing fountain. An advocate of The Father of Man, I desired what he sought, Thus’ left the home of my family and upheld his zealous quest Confidently, I abided and affirmed his every request. Even, wore his belief’s; did just as he taught. One day, dared I asked, Adam, the man of science, How is Eve today? And, if looks could kill, then Eve is dead, thus’ left us only, to pray. Deceased, she is. He answered, with a chill of neglectful defiance. Man of Science, I spoke so boldly. At the mountain top; we stand The stars, you named, and held, in your hand, However, love you murdered, so coldly. This day, I choose the mother Her love, which first found me Within the warm and welcoming spirit, in there, dwells she. And, today, I accept non-other. So, progressing and moving towards her; Over, the cliff of doubt, rapidly grabbing her hem, I aim. Because, after carefully, considering your treacherous, pains, There, in her grace ~ I seek her, safe harbor I choose faith, that which, I cannot see. K?? ©2014 Bonnie Jennings All Rights Reserved
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