God and I TalkA Poem by Tate VivianoNow I use God as a word to describe my diety. My God may not be your God and that is okay.God and I talk rarely. I try not to trouble God with my sorrows. God has enough to worry about. But when I humble my pride at times. We will sit for hours/days pouring out my fears/wounds joys/concerns/my questions. My self. And God replies with the rising of the sun. My Child today is here, take away all your fears of tomorrow all your wounds from yesterday. Live in TODAY! I made it for you. And I weep. © 2017 Tate VivianoFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorTate VivianoCOAboutI am twenty three and have been really writing poetry and stories since I was eighteen. I enjoy the poetry of the Sufi's as well as the greats such as Maya Angelou. I am so excited to share my work an.. more..Writing
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