The Other Side of ForeverA Poem by Paul Seamanmiddle, ending, and more endingThe Other Side of Forever I exist on the other side In a river of love and lust I reside. Shrouded by a feeling I cannot hide Enveloped by a strength I cannot deny. I have traveled from state to state Searching for my place of grace. Where I can be, one with the Spirit And the land that lives within it. Alas, I am afraid My house is not where my bed is laid But it is upon a distant shore Of God and love forevermore. I will find A suit to fit I will choose A land to live. But the grace that fills My momentary joys. Will have to wait" Till forever is past . . . For me to find My home at last. for you see... Love is
never enough Life is never full enough without the joy of fulfillment. to fulfill the obligation of Love we must do what is right what is hard what is just the nuts & bolts of
Living. Love is never enough to save a marriage Save a child Save a life from an early or inappropriate demise. Love is the fuel Devotion is the tool but application is the
key. Love is never enough Love is but the Start.... A Celestial Being Spoke to
me the Other Day and said: Love the Loss i wondered about what she
meant, and then i realized... How can I love all of Life If i can not embrace it departure ? How can I know - the power of touch - the majesty of shared
embrace - the gratitude of
affection without it being gone - For a time... It hurts to love the loss to embrace the reed that was once a shoot of desire. I do not know how to do this, but I will try.. To Blast My everpresent Heart the rainbow of shimmering
colours My breast creates into the Abyss of loss.. I will shine the light that is my life on this reed so this fiery love may
escape... and regenerate alight as a honeybee on a Sunflower to create new life. Thank You: Chef Paul Seaman © 2013 Paul SeamanReviews
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3 Reviews Added on February 23, 2013 Last Updated on February 24, 2013 AuthorPaul SeamanSioux City, IAAboutPlease check out my book: Tales of the Sensitive Man on Amazon. I believe Poetry diffuses the lines betweeen truth & fantasy, love & hate, justice and desire... Chef, Writer, Parent, Widow. Born/Trai.. more..Writing
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