God Took Me Home
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Cold was the night as the snow fell,
drifting on the street and on the paths;
where I wandered and struggled to walk,
weary and homeless, sleepwalking.
Oh, I was a lost runaway from home,
cold was the night and cold was my fear;
No place to go and I had left love behind,
I had no shelter from the cold.
People walked by fast not even seeing me,
help me, feeble and weary I called out;
help me, help me, I am cold and hungry,
and slowly I struggled on and on.
When I could not walk anymore I sat down,
and from the gathering snow I whispered;
but the loud wind sent my words drifting,
so, I just waited in the snow to die.
Then, I saw a building and crawled to the doors,
it was lit by candles and Christmas decorations;
and I lay down in front of a statue of Jesus,
I was found by a priest, gone.
"God took me home."
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November 2, 2019
Poetry/Narrative/God Took Me Home
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1193-270-19
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the Premiere contest, Anything You Want
sponsor, Chantelle Anne Cooke
Second Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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