Inanimate ObjectA Poem by OnatahI wrote this to enter a contest. The Inanimate Object contest... =)Oh hidden Object I can't describe You give me life, you help me die. You throw me out and hold me in. You heal the scars of my own sin.
I seek you out in burning pages Certain You will pay my wages. Your ways are not the same as mine; No flesh can see the true Divine.
I cry to You when I am weak Your promised honey is so sweet. I tear Your heart and make it bleed Yet in Your Grace I still do feed.
Your screaming children do have Faith So pray I do for our own sake. Us selfish beings, to You we lie And thus we suffer, and we die. © 2009 OnatahAuthor's Note
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