The WatersA Poem by Paris HladThe Waters
An Idealistic Fantasy About An Attractive Way to Perish, Given the Ugly Alternatives
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If
I could bend God to my will, I
think that I would make A
day when I could Walk
upon
The
waters of a lake,
Where
Christ himself Would
take my part And
guide me
Through
the reeds
And
share The
blessing Of
his day, According To
my needs
I
think that he Would
give me wings And
bid me there to fly Above
the waters Where
I walked, And
He had Come
to die. © 2023 Paris Hlad |
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Added on June 18, 2023 Last Updated on June 18, 2023 AuthorParis HladSouthport, NC, United States Minor Outlying IslandsAboutI am a 70-year-old retired New York state high school English teacher, living in Southport, NC. more..Writing
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