your nameA Poem by m.s.earlyAt first I noticed the cover, engraved leather, chic, expensive, gold leaf. The hands turning pages never appeared, but one by one they turned until mine was read and every lie I ever told. I stood bare faced most vulnerable as I could recall listening to each ear shattering syllable in the presence of His sinless grace. He called your name and love before it and I wept.
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16 Reviews Added on March 20, 2014 Last Updated on March 20, 2014 Authorm.s.earlyVAAbout"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep." -Salman Rushdie more..Writing
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