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The Words That flow Through My Pen

Sometimes, life has no reason unlike the seasons
It aimlessly drifts with the wind
We find ourselves in places of unfamiliar faces
Bathing in the shadows of sin
Our souls become lost up in the holocaust
That once was a beautiful life
Like a ship drifting upon the tide we bang and then we ride
The white horse straight into death
Into a giant black hole we dive in with our soul
Until we have nothing left
We then fall prey to our host who spreads butter on our toast
Our habits take over our lives
Everything we hold dear falls with one last tear
Into the darkness of night
Tired and defeated all our hope is depleted
Because we have nothing left to lose
Sometimes the storm passes as slow as molasses
Left frozen somewhere in the snow
Then our red eyes run dry with no tears left to cry
As we admit, I’d rather be dead
If you have a desire to live right, please take heed of my plight
And know that it’s never to late
Soon as you give it away find your knees and pray
You will find the comfort of home
And all of the disgrace will fall off of your face
Like the leaves that fall off the tree
And just like the bare tree soon you will see
Life is reborn in the spring
Like a warm days cool breeze, God fills us with his ease
And through him we find some peace
One day at time the trials all unwind
As the jigsaw falls into place
As everything gets better we become one with the weather
And the seasons suddenly become our friend
Our lives suddenly fly past, because we want to make them last
Like an ice-cream on a really hot day 
We are overcome with the obligation to tell of our salvation
Remembering all of those left behind
Some will find their way, others all we can say
Is Lord, we truly did our best
Dear Lord we write for your glory, telling our stories
That we would rather keep hid on the shelf
Our desire is to aspire so we can rise ever higher
With the words that flow though our pen
Giving of ourselves becomes our greatest wealth
As our souls become one with the Son
No high could be higher than faith and desire
Knowing we have been born again
One day we will stand before the gates that shall open to our fate
As heaven welcomes us in
We will look down on this earth, spirits of a new birth
Watching over the seeds that we spread
Knowing their lives were made better, because we were able to weather
The storm that raged through night 
Until the day I become shadows and dust I'll forever trust
The words that flow through my pen

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  1. Date: 2/28/2015 1:58:00 PM
    Hello Michael, this is a wonderful write from beginning to end. This reader can truly relate to the words that are so eloquently expressed within the lines of this read. I thank you for sharing the marvelous flow of your pen my friend. God Bless, Always, Adell

  1. Date: 4/6/2011 6:43:00 PM
    a wonderful and warm piece of poetry.

  1. Date: 9/21/2010 2:29:00 PM
    A excellent write Micheal . If we all truly do our best we will leave this world a little better . God Bless Phyl

  1. Date: 8/23/2010 5:31:00 PM
    if God does this thing for me then i'll know that i must serve Him for all of my days. john

  1. Date: 8/5/2010 12:02:00 PM
    It hs been awhile dear Micheal. This is going to my favorite List. A Masterpiece! Please check line 26 - it starts ' Like the leaves that fall----------------. yf4l, Love, Lainie

  1. Date: 7/18/2010 11:34:00 PM
    Dear Mike, Superb Message in this well creation of the feelings from YOUR Heart Nice to have YOU back and Posting YOUR Liege ALWAYS...HG -- SOUP MAIL CALL

  1. Date: 6/26/2010 11:21:00 PM
    Goes back to "why we were chosen" ... smile ... nothing like a message from a messenger who's been there, done that ... Have you read The Holy Man by Susan Trott? I think you would have to smile ... hope you are enjoying the summer!

  1. Date: 6/26/2010 9:41:00 AM
    This is an excellent write. I like the flow from the pen. This is also very imaginative, especially these lines, "We then fall prey to our host who spreads butter on our toast. Our habits take over our lives." These are great words to think about in our lives. Awesome job! Joseph

  1. Date: 6/21/2010 7:39:00 PM
    Michael, There are no words to express the feelings I got from this poem. You have not lost your touch. I still have not been able to open all the material you sent me. My big computer is all but gone and this one does not even have a good system for writing. Into my Favorites this goes, God Bless Mom Beer

  1. Date: 6/14/2010 8:26:00 AM
    Awesome inspiring piece, Michael ~ luv WN

  1. Date: 6/11/2010 2:05:00 AM
    Dear Michael, This filled me with such emotion. SO SPIRITUAL AND UP-LIFTING. To my favorite list it goes. Love, lainie

  1. Date: 6/7/2010 6:24:00 PM
    enjoyed reading today!

  1. Date: 6/7/2010 6:10:00 PM
    What a flow of pen right from the first sentence to the last, Michael. much appreciate

  1. Date: 6/7/2010 5:39:00 PM
    wow! Michale a lot flows with your pen. Enjoyed, the walk you inspire on others. The world is a better place with views like yours. have a nice one,..p.d.

  1. Date: 6/7/2010 5:14:00 PM
    It is interesting what you said in the last three lines...Keep the creative pen flowing..Sara

  1. Date: 6/7/2010 4:13:00 PM
    I agree with Barbara Michael. It is so refreshing to have you here writing and sharing with us all again. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 6/7/2010 4:11:00 PM
    As uaual you put your heart into this onl. Im going to put it in my favs so I can visit it again. So good to have you posting again Michael. BG