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My Brother's Hand

My brother’s hand regarded not my words for, they go unheard, as the silence grows my brother’s hand clinches cold and my last words fall to the ground pooling, congealing into an unsatisfied thirst. The devils on horseback are led to the water, but never drinking, as the blackened house lies in ruin. I wonder about the tree in the forest and the forest without ears to hear and the tree never seen, but alas and alas every man. How does a machete make more noise and fire be heard on the other side of the world? It may have been bearable, but I am not alone and I know their words will never be heard for they are in my brother’s hand. 11/5/2014

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Cory Long

Date: 11/10/2014 5:27:00 PM

congrats on your win. cory

John Beam
Date: 11/10/2014 6:51:00 PM

Congrats to you too Cory and nothing is in vain in the Lord.i hope you have a blessed evening.

Dr.Ram Mehta

Date: 11/10/2014 9:14:00 AM

Very intense write, congrats on the win

John Beam
Date: 11/10/2014 6:53:00 PM

Thanks Ram, It has been awhile since, i have wrote and good to see you are still on here. Congrats on your win on a very sad subject.

Darlene Gifford

Date: 11/6/2014 8:45:00 AM

hi, John, Your comment about the world getting worse before it gets better: This world will not get better (my opinion) until Jesus comes and defeats Satan, our enemy. But we still can brighten our area of the world by our actions, caring and compassion. I hope you agree. Blessings, Darlene

John Beam
Date: 11/10/2014 6:49:00 PM

Thanks for comment yet there will be a thousand year reign with the Lord Jesus on earth and it will truly be better for His own.