Thin AirA Poem by PeteWhen you knock, ask to see God – none of the servants. - ThoreauHypnotized with life. Baffled by strife. Breathing thin air. With a desperate flair. Not unequivocally right but reasonably fair. Searching for lost humanity. Victim of my own vanity. I stood at the edge of a bifurcated canyon. Seeking my higher companion. In a faltering voice, I cried out, "GOD, WHERE ARE YOU?" A booming, thundering reply echoed back, ... ... "I COULD ASK YOU THE SAME QUESTION ..." © 2019 PeteAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on July 29, 2019 Last Updated on July 31, 2019 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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