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Tammi Pounds Poem
Wings spread before me, eyes to the ground, clouds drifting by, for I am Heaven
bound.
I stood before the Heavenly Father, “Come forth,” I heard him say. “I’ve been
waiting for you
child, this is your judgment day.” His radiance was blinding, his presence calm
but strong, and I
know he’s seen everything I’ve done. He’s known all along. “As you stand before
me child,
on this beautiful day, is there something on your mind, something you’d like to
say?” My eyes
began to fill with tears, my heart began to ache. I shivered with the very thought of
revealing my
mistakes. I wasn’t nailed to a cross and my hands did not bleed. I was not pure
of heart when
asking in times of need. I did not wear a crown of thorns and my feet bare no
holes. Now I
stand before his glory baring nothing but my soul. “Father,” I uttered, “I’ve sinned
in my life. I’ve
done things I know I shouldn’t, things I know were not right. I’ve loved when I
shouldn’t have.
I’ve tried and given up. I’ve prayed occasionally, when my life got tough. I’ve
turned my back on
strangers. I’ve turned away from my friends. Now I think of all I would change if I
could try
again.” I lowered my eyes wiping the tears from my cheek. I listened with an
addled
ear as the Lord began to speak. “You stand before me confessing all your sins,
and asking for
another chance to do it all again? I did not expect you to be perfect and what you
must
understand is all you have to give is love to become a worthy man. Don’t turn on
others, for
I’ve not turned on you. Seek my word when times are tough and that will see you
through. Be
the hand to lift up others when they are in need and I’ll send the rains of
progression to wash them
if they bleed. Speak kindly to others or the crown you may wear will not be that of
thorns but of a
fool that does not care. Take my words to heart and let my gospel be a lesson
so that your first
words to Me wont be your last confession.
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It started with a single word- then came another five.
When I got to my second line, I nearly began to cry.
Chapter two developed in an unsuspected way,
and the characters began to grow a little more each day.
The plot began to thicken by the middle of chapter three,
and ‘he said- she said- who did what?’ was now a mystery.
By the end of chapter four, somebody will die-
and someone else will fall in love by the middle of chapter five.
Chapter six begins with the sound of wedding bells,
and they’ll probably have a baby if chapter seven goes well.
Chapter eight needs more excitement to keep the story strong.
Maybe between nine and ten someone new will come along.
A wondering eye in chapter eleven ignites a love affair
and chapter twelve will begin with a marriage in despair.
Thirteen and fourteen will hold together the threads of a broken heart,
but in chapter fifteen they will finally decide they cannot be apart.
Sixteen will rekindle passion, seventeen a vengeful hate,
and in the beginning of chapter eighteen someone will meet their fate.
Chapter nineteen will be the greatest finale ever heard,
And twenty will be the end of the journey that started with a single word.
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Just write, don’t think about what you’re going to say.
Just write and let your mind come out and play.
Set aside emotion- it will speak through your words,
Set aside influence, despite what you’ve heard.
Forget about the editing; let the errors be your guide to finding that
single voice that dwells deep inside.
Just write about anything- say the first thing that comes to mind, and
let your ambition consume the need for time.
Plant a creative seed where ever you may go and eventually that
imagination will begin to grow. Your voice will emerge as time goes
on, and you’ll hear it coming through steady and strong. Let your
deepest thoughts rule your steady hand, and put your thoughts on
paper- as many as you can. So, put away the dictionary only for
tonight-and enjoy the freedom of expression, and you’ll get it…
just write.
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