Risen, again

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Time was ,
I thought I knew
who I was      
Time was ,
I thought I had known
what there was to be
known about My heart        
Time was,
I thought I would never feel
this way again        

Yet , yesterday ,
when I lay , trying to hurry up his sleep,
I knew then that
Time had fooled Me again      
  
Time is ,
I can feel again  cry again        
touch  again      live a little again      

I know not where of that came      
I know not whyfore you did the deed      
I know not how it came to pass        

Time is,
I want to see      
I want to touch      
and most importantly,
look in the eyes again      
  
See the pools of fire reflected        
see the glimmer of hope rise      
see the dank dark depths clear

Will you give Me that time again      
as you have done

those clouds scudding away,      
those fires un-banked now,
blazing furiously        

Where are you, in solace
and in My pain        
have you taken it
upon and lit again the embers,
those shackles I sought
to cumber Myself with        
Broken those chains and fetters      

Taken those light silvery turns around Me  
Taken and eaten,
supped at leisure      
Knowing that Time stands still now for Us
        One and together        

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AnonymousAnonymousover 20 years ago
beautiful

wonderful job

AnonymousAnonymousover 20 years ago
Images and Crap

This poem is sbout 1/2 good imagery and 1/2 crap. Cut it down and whipe its ass.

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