Powerless

POWERLESS Cleansing my fridge - Old , cold and unplugged - dead White was its original color Now stained with marks from the past Nothing is forgotten, nothing is hidden All decay is preserved in the cold Each mark remains as it was Nothing escapes my attention, my judgement Take it apart, scour everything, Put it back together, good as new. Cleansing my soul is more difficult Stains cannot be removed All is preserved, exposed for judgement Not in my power to renew it

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Gary Fields

Date: 6/8/2011 5:44:00 PM

Everything is well with-in the confines of the Lord and he is the convening authority. Let him be your tool. All power is to be said of the almighty. Keep the write-up, up! Your friend in the pen/G.FIELDS

Joe Maverick

Date: 5/29/2011 11:39:00 AM

The past is there, yet each day brings the chance of a new beginning, the test is in living in that belief (i believe.)

Delysia Hendricks

Date: 5/29/2011 5:34:00 AM

Great analogy there, Sydney. What's done cannot be undone. Good poem, my friend. :)