James Long Poet Prose Poetry

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 Poetry-
is-the-spirit-
of-liberty, 
harmony-
of the-heart.
Picked-up
and-carried-
along-by-
the-hands-
of the-wind,
or if-you will-
as the-voice-
of-this ink-
being-
spilled-onto-the-
innocence-of this-
parchments' humble-
task. The search for-
the proof of-the truth-
of-God's-gentle-
culmination-
of-tender-reasoning. 
Origin-of-soulful-feeling. 
Like-removing-the-sharp-
pain-of-the bloody-glass-
shards-bludgeoned-under-
your-foot. The-perfect-
beauty regret-of-the-
opportunity-as-such,
time-realized-but-
wasted. Poetry-is-
the open provision- 
expression discernment, 
expansion, patient-journey-
of-acceptance-of this life's-
determined gracious-gift of-
union. Believing-I-am-but as-ash, 
no-greater-nor-less-than-anyone/
thing-other-than the-challenge-of-
my-quill-in this-wondrous-world-in-
any-respect. This-is-where and-when-
I-find-out-just-how-much-through-Him-
so-illustriously, I'm perfected. So I-wonder-
now-why-it-is, we-all don't-sit down-maybe-
sometime, hey-maybe-more-than-one-time, and write ... ?




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God bless you. ~ James ~

I chose "Life in Short" I believe that the poem I chose to exemplify it is one that will I hope 
further expand and do it justice. Thank you for allowing my entry.

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