40 Years Blind

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    40 Years Blind

    In silence my Father and I talked, Father to son and I asked Him a soul question,
    I will share it with you.
    "Father why do you feel so near to me after 40 years of me struggling alone?"
    I can never forget Father's answer.....
    'From the days of your orphange I sent more Guardians to protect and watch
    over both you and your little sister. They blocked many the greedy from laying
    hands on you. When blood family had no room I sent you where I wanted and
    watched you grow. I saw the sadness in both of you and the need for a
    mother's love. I heard your prayers my son and as you cried surely you felt the rain from my throne warm you.
    Not just any family for you broken hearted little lad, no, special soil and just
    the right nurture and soon broken will become new. Are you not different since that June day I raised you from that Baptismal lake?'
    This could not be happening, a talk with Him who is all to me!
    He asked me a question, quick be clever, no be honest, before lips could open
    I heard my soul bow in response as me looked and heard my soul speak....
    "Salute Father , I would speak. This one since that summer of Rebirth has
    truly seen wonders not many even sense. He is not nor ever has been the Orphan and today will testify unto itself. The honor you show this one is not wasted. Soon to be a welcomed servant in the Mansions of Paradise.
    You Father have taken the refuge and created a brick worthy of use."

                                                                           M.Bryant
                                                                            

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    mamasan commented on 40 Years Blind

    11-18-2009

    I read this once with the goose bumps arising all ove my being and very soul. I am glad I found you dear poet while on a friend's website that talked about a nation divided over the choice of which direction we choose. Wow, definitely will look over your other poems; especially as I am a soul that has worked long in the arena of putting away war toys forever. Thanks gentle poet.........

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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