Constance La France Poet Bio

Seeking Where God Dwells

Psalm 137

1. By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, also we wept at our 
    remembrance of Zion. 
2. On the willows, in the midst thereof, we hung up our lyres." 
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I hang my words on a weeping willow tree,
and fall to my knees in a lament and song;
for I am afraid of the temptations of earth,
so, I go at gathering places of true believers.
I sing and pray for my heavenly God to hear me,
and seek his Zion, the place where he dwells;
his holy eternal city, his heavenly kingdom,
though enemies and life drag me down.
I will find my end of life nirvana in time.

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November 25, 2019


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DM Babbit November 28, 2019 at 11:24 AM We may not all know it, but I do believe, we are each seeking out God. Well expressed write. Constance La France December 1, 2019 at 11:07 AM DM, thanks so much for visiting my poem and for the compliment !

John Hamilton November 26, 2019 at 9:55 AM This is a very worthy winner Well done Constance! Constance La France November 26, 2019 at 10:56 AM John, thank you so much for the visit and the compliment!