~ The Window Of Tinted Glass ~

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    Poem Commentary

    I wrote this when a I was a teen, going through such a heartache of
    losing my whole family, I actually tried to commit suicide~
    but GOD had other plans for me~

    ~ The Window Of Tinted Glass ~

    As I Look Trough The Window Of Tinted Glass

    I Sit And Think Of The Marvels Of My Past

    The Long Lonely Days And The Long Lonely Nights

    I Ran So Fast

    And Somehow Being Swept Away By An Ocean Wave

    In The Eye Of This Wave

    I See Millions Of Others Running Away

    I Close My Eyes My Mind I Put Into A Trance

    My Arms Streched Upwards

    You Can Hear Me Begging Him

    For Just One More Chance

    I Pray To Our ABBA Who Has Given

    So Man Below Can Be Forgiven

    Now when I Look Into The Window Of Tinted Glass

    I Sit And Dream Of An Abilene

    Where I Could Just Sit dangeling My Feet

    In A Little Winding Stream
     
    When I Look Into The Window Of Tinted Glass

    Now It Holds All Of My

    Precious Dreams Instead Of My Past

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    HarverTomsson commented on ~ The Window Of Tinted Glass ~

    11-01-2009

    Jerusalem the golden shall be your Abilene someday. It's coming soon.
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    angel3337

    04/12/2010

    That is the my abilene YES! YOU GOT IT

    Stardrift commented on ~ The Window Of Tinted Glass ~

    09-10-2009

    Cool write. I love the distinction between looking through regular glass and looking at stained glass. The invention of stained glass was definitely a promoter of the church organizations. And I could even say that, these days, this religious art glass should be everywhere. The closing line is a classic work of the Spirit. Btw, my poems Tomorrow's Sun & Brightest and Bluest are variably religious - check them and others out! A beautiful and solar write! ~1~0~
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    angel3337

    09/10/2009

    Thank you for your opinion on this, I will read yours~

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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