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Blooming From Roots 3 of 3 -true story poem finale
Blooming From Roots #3 of 3 -(finale) I pass the dying bodies of - mothers, girls and boys. But I must leave this awful place where sinful man destroys. Through bullets, can I make it? I really do not know. I start across the clearing. I stumble as I go. It seems to take forever. I'm determined so, to put - this nightmare far behind me. I hurt from head to foot. The chopper blades are noisy. The dust blows in my face. Some bullets zing right past my head. I quicken up my pace! Just when I'm feeling hopeful, a bullet rips my side. I fall with all the others and I think I'll miss my ride. I have no strength to run again. I'm bleeding real bad. I put my right hand on my side. That chance was all I had. I'm feeling weak and failing fast. While dying here, I cry. I vainly wave for someone's help - so futilely I try... And then the lights go out. It's black. I've failed with the others - those who came so very close - fathers, mothers, brothers... When terror roots, a rebel shoots and death is what he gives - yet blooming now from ugly roots, a lovely flower lives! And two weeks later, I wake up, with coma finally over. And though I ache from head to toe, I 'see' green fields of clover. I 'see' a land so beautiful - a land that most can't see - a land of milk and honey, of opportunity. Now five years later, it came true. I'm thankful still today. Though I don't know who rescued me, I'm in the USA! It seems as though I'm born again - and not just 'physically'. I 'see' this land more beautifully - and it comes 'spiritually'. An everlasting land in Heav'n - if Jesus lives within. He picks us up right where we fall - if we've been born again. The day is very peaceful. Although the terror looms, As God creates the beauty, His precious child blooms. (pictures of Jellee/Veronica and her bullet wounds can be seen at "Gander Poems") ©2012 louis gander / www.ganderpoems.org
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