Without YouA Poem by Kwiksie Ifediora...ponder on just how big a mess we'd all be in, if God didn't bother to intervene in our lives on a daily basis...It’s
the bruised heart, the fear filled eyes The
trembling fingers and shattered self-pride.
It’s
the loneliness and desolation, the hunger that’s feeding a whole nation. The
cries of the aged one, the silence of the still born.
It’s
the pain and the bitterness; it’s the scars that are hidden. The
tolerance of hate and the incessant fighting.
It’s
the wrong and the cruel, the folly obedient mule It’s
the welcome of bedlam and the art of being inhuman.
It’s
the rape of the truth and discernment’s absence. The
distortion of what’s honest, the diversion of the relevant.
It’s
the sound of death and they who live in it. The
weighty emptiness, the feeling of numbness.
It’s
the worst thing imaginable, what we have brought upon us Because
we mete out irreverence to you in whose love we can trust.
It’s
what our temporary dwelling and its inhabitants go through, But
this is the Good News…there will Always be you. © 2013 Kwiksie IfedioraAuthor's Note
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9 Reviews Added on October 26, 2013 Last Updated on October 26, 2013 Tags: Hate, hunger, fighting, fear, sorrow, tears, aged, still born, bedlam, distortion, diversions, truth, gospel. AuthorKwiksie IfedioraPort Harcourt, NigeriaAboutCarrying His yoke because it's lighter than my sin, shining His light because minus it, i'm all dim. So now, thanks to my rebirth, my race for heaven defines my walk on earth. :) LoveMyProfile... more..Writing
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