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Free online greeting card maker or poetry art generator. Create free custom printable greeting cards or art from photos and text online. Use PoetrySoup's free online software to make greeting cards from poems, quotes, or your own words. Generate memes, cards, or poetry art for any occasion; weddings, anniversaries, holidays, etc (See examples here). Make a card to show your loved one how special they are to you. Once you make a card, you can email it, download it, or share it with others on your favorite social network site like Facebook. Also, you can create shareable and downloadable cards from poetry on PoetrySoup. Use our poetry search engine to find the perfect poem, and then click the camera icon to create the card or art.

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Who Put Me Here And Why
Who put me here — I ask the Wind — It answers with a sigh — “The Door was opened silently — You entered passing by” The Truth stands like a narrow Path-- With Brambles at each side — It asks me where I’m traveling And why I chose to hide — My Destiny — a folded Map That Heaven did not seal — Its ink is written in my Pulse Its border drawn in Zeal — How shall I do — what You desire — If You refuse Your Face? The Stars recite Instructions — yet They speak in borrowed Grace — And when my Task is finished here — May I depart in Light? Or must I knock on Heaven’s Gate And plead my mortal Right — Will they receive me — once again — Or bar me from the Sky? The Angels wear familiar looks — But never tell me why — What shall I wear — before the Throne — My Dust — or borrowed Flame? Does God require a Robe of Gold Or only my true Name — Is God — a Voice inside my head? A Silence wide as Sea? Which God are we discussing now — Theirs — or the Voice inside of Me? I wait beside Eternity With barefoot trembling breath — Until the Author lifts the Pen And edits Life from Death.
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