Email Poem

Your IP Address: 216.73.216.8

Your Email Address:

To Email Address:

Subject

Personal Note:

Poem Title:

Poem

Brought into the space
Where tired had a place
She viewed the wooden bench
Before she could ponder
Wherever the mind would wonder
Movement halted her within the clinch

...and she beheld

Blood and water poured
Upon the wooden vessel
Where splinters pierced flesh
The weight of liquid gold
Too heavy for matter
Crushed and was no more

...response processing

It was a yellow bench
But seemed to be dull with age
It looked like a box
With treasures...stuff...she couldn't gauge

"Jesus what was that
It feels like I sat there many times
Trying to work out
Things I couldn't....mind

...box of behaviors....that was my box of behaviors

.........wasted by our broken heart....no longer needed

...................we have found JOY........."

His mercy is new every morning
Filled with life in the IS
Response is authentic
Without the familiar fizz.........

                   of SPRITE

Written by Trudy Schrader on 06-05-2024

Note: Please look up the origin of "Sprite" and get a bang in the end ;)

CAPTCHA Preview

Type the characters you see in the picture

Required