~ (~) ~ the Open Actions of a Sinner ~ (~) ~
~ (~) The true meaning I-am-I feel of a tiered heart the open actions of a sinner,
God be Him as I believe undoubtedly I know He is;
I pray He grant me mercy. (~) ~
~ (~) Though time may further wither-placate beholden may His grace bring me the merry
day I fall laying broken before His goodness. (~) ~
~ (~) Shadows they play mid the Sun's subtle-and-ominous tones, freedom telling tells
always of-more time...
whether it be mordant, or by future tense that lay still dormant. (~) ~
~ (~) Haven't any moneys to think of I could steel buy or borrow, leaving-someday-maybe-
today... remembering time a treasure pleasure of the past present always possible-future —
but open I am, though time my greatest teacher — is killing this pupil. (~) ~
~ (~) Some softly woven-vibrantly-spoken words-mellow tones all of these I have given in
my life, though now I pray truly they be virtuous. (~) ~
~ (~) The body aches, the mind crying in its wake, tiered now I feel I have taken-endured
enough, though I know death its-always-consuming me, before I go let its hope grant the light
to see for another, let-my words be-final... genuine; undivided-and-bold. (~) ~
~ (~) "Humbly, as I pray it would be for you, death; as I can only hope it would be with me...
may it-move-to you sweetly... ." (~) ~
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Copyright © James Long | Year Posted 2010
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