A-G-A-P-E
A-G-A-P-E- They call me Greek,
A-G-A-P-E- They call me Hebrew
But I am the rain
Showering down
pelting the lost and the sweet
I am the trickling baptism in your hair
I am the tiny drops that leak from the eyes of God
I am the swim in the heart of the weak
when they kneel below their heart’s strength
Quenching the lonely thirst
Flooding the endless night
A-G-A-P-E They call me Greek
A-G-A-P-E They call me Hebrew
A-G-A-P-E Call me I AM
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Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Counselor | 0 | 07/03/2009 |
| A-G-A-P-E | 2 | 07/03/2009 |
| Time Bomb | 0 | 02/02/2009 |
| Nothing is ever lost | 1 | 02/01/2009 |
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