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End of Life

End of life When will it be? What is life? Who can tell me? Surely the church would know In its high and mighty stature Towering above the city in splendor Sharing its love for those in need Keeping its knowledge from those who read Forgetting the poor if need be Remembering the rich for its own greed Who can explain the unending need of man for God? Spirit will soar above the spires of men Destined for who knows where or when Can man remain upon the Earth when fire and flood will someday come We are but seconds in the days of life Destined to die in mortal strife God in his wisdom high above Looks down on us with his perfect love

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Date: 7/27/2014 10:15:00 AM
well done Colin, this really rhymes well with nice flow too with God honouring script. God bless, Gordon
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Colin James Platt
Date: 7/28/2014 5:17:00 AM
Thank you, Gordon. I do try to keep religion out of the picture normally, but not always. Regards, Colin.
Date: 7/26/2014 8:34:00 PM
Enjoyed you poem. True emotions. I love it when I read and than, sit back and think about the feeling the poet put on paper. Blessings.
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Colin James Platt
Date: 7/27/2014 12:46:00 AM
Thank you, Rev. I try to meditate on a poem before I write it. I appreciate your comments. Regards, Colin.
Date: 6/24/2014 8:20:00 AM
Great thoughts, it is a wonder, the why's of god. I think that is why so many people now say they believe in god but not in the church, humanity warps and twists the messages. Keep putting your thoughts to the page and write on friend =)
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Colin James Platt
Date: 6/24/2014 6:58:00 PM
Thank you, Casarah. I try to put into words the never ending thoughts which I feel I must relate to people. I thank you once again for reviewing.