One of these days you wanna find God
pull God out of Nowhere
sit with God on the furniture
wipe out cob-webs
sniff the blueberry trees
let the wounds/ widespread/open
the wounded whole world-open
crawl out of a hole/think I found God
sing an exploding prayer
blown down doors to be safe
carpets/the blood is fresh
altar/ our knees are there
satisfied we dare not drum
over death/the student that did
not make it home/
the mother scrapping cans to feed
the preacher/ preach out empty seats
One of these days when you find God
you’ll know
A Poet's Vision 
Makes me want to go & find him. Humanity is hurting so badly w/no earthly physician. Great post!♡♡♡
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yes & Amen
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I am always deeply grateful that god can handle my anger and grief as much as my praise.
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yes you can say that again my sister:-)
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Reblogged this on The Salamander Chronicles – Don Beukes.
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thank you for the reblog very kind Don blessings to you
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